ALISTAIR

    I link my hand with Jonathan's as I lead him and his family into the dining room. Butterflies swirled in my stomach and I can't help but feel like I'm going to do something stupid in front of Jonathan and his mother. His sister liked me, at least I think she liked me. She liked my hair.

    I was pulled from my thoughts as I was greeted with the sight of my father and mother. I could see the confusion bloom across Ms. Miller's face as she compared me to the two of them.

     I held no resemblance to my adopted parents. My mother had long silky hair, a firey red, sparkling green eyes, and pale skin that was dotted with freckles, so much different from mine. My father was the one that always confused everyone though. While it was plausible the me and my mother might possibly be related, my father was nowhere near looking like me. He had dark chocolate skin, combed back black hair, and was tall and lanky, where I was more broad and held an average height.

     "H-hi, I'm Kim Miller," she stuttered, holding her hand out to shake.

     My mother smiled warmly at her, instead wrapping her in a hug. My father chuckled before shaking Ms. Miller's hand.

     "I'm Laurence King and this is my wife, Elizabeth King. We are very excited to have you here," he turned to Jon, "You must be Jonathan."

     Jonathan nodded shyly, holding his hand out to shake. My father took it and I was surprised to see they were close to the same height.

     "Hi, sir," he said.

     I couldn't help it as I laughed. "Why are you all nervous? Loosen up a bit," I said, nudging him with my hip.

     He glanced at me, playfully scowling. He opened his mouth to speak when his eyes widened. His sister, Lucy, was darting towards my mother. He longed to grab her, but it was too late.

     Lucy had her hands on the skirt of my mother's dress, her eyes wide with adoration. "Yellow!"

      My mother giggled. "Do you like it?" She asked. It was a pretty enough dress, the top a vibrant orange that bled into a sparkly yellow.

     Lucy blinked, a grin spreading across her face. "Like it!"

      Jonathan stared, his eyes wide. "Lucy rarely ever interacts with people like this!"

     My mother looked up. "I think she likes the yellow."

      Lucy nodded, hugging my mother's legs. My mother smiled, smoothing her hair down. Ms. Miller was smiling as well. "I think she likes you!"

     My mother giggled again. "Your daughter is absolutely adorable! And you have such a handsome son! You must be so proud!"

     Ms. Miller nodded, glancing fondly at her children. "Yes, although Jonathan always seems to be stirring up trouble these days."

     Jonathan clutched his chest, feigning a look of pain. "Mother, I'm wounded!"

     We all laughed at that. Everything was going so well! My heart lifted and a permanent grin was plastered to my face.

     "Let's eat!" I said, leading everyone to the table.

     My father took the head of the table, me at his left side with Jonathan on my other. My mother was on the right side of my father and Lucy was squeezed between my mother and Ms. Miller.

     Comfortable conversation filled the air as food was served. Complements were given from Jonathan and Ms. Miller, causing my mother to tell this big tale about how we found the best chef ever to cook for us.

      I zoned out, instead lacing my fingers through Jonathan's under the table. I caressed his hand, loving the rough calluses that had formed on his palms and how he was always so warm. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly my hand fit in his and I felt like a giddy school girl. God, this guy was doing strange things to me...

     I was pulled from my thoughts as the table was cleared by one of the maids. I looked over at Jonathan to find his own set of eyes planted on me.

    I couldn't help but admire Jonathan's masculine beauty. With that sharp jawline, those alluring eyes that seemed to change colors each time I looked at them, his unblemished caramel skin, thick lashes, full lips, and sturdy body he could be a model.

    "Aly, I think your Mom wanted to give my mom, little sister, and me a tour of the house. Do you want to come with?" He asked.

     I bit my lip. "Can I give you a private tour separate from theirs? I want to talk to you in private."

    Jonathan nodded, shooting me a warm smile. God, that smile... I slapped myself internally. Stop acting like a p_ssy. Still. That smile was to die for.

    I stood from the table, pushing in my chair. I guided Jonathan out of the dining room, my mother and his family heading the other direction. My father had excused himself to his den to work on something from work.

   I tugged Jonathan up the stairs. The second floor was mostly made up of guestrooms and our bedrooms, along with a game room I was fond of.

   "So." I said.

   Jonathan chuckled. "So."

    I snorted, shaking my head. "Copycat."

    Jonathan smirked, nudging me with his shoulder. "Your folks are pretty cool," he acknowledged.

   I nodded, stopping in front of my room. "This is my bedroom," I said, opening the door.

     Jonathan's eyes widened as he took it in. In my opinion, it wasn't much. Well, I knew it was, but I didn't think it was too snobby... I had a big king sized bed centered in the middle of my room, a flatscreen tv attached to the wall with several game consoles, a big dresser and walk-in closet in the corner, and a luxurious desk. I also had a tall bookshelf that was stacked with books and of course my sport trophies.

    "Wow." Jonathan said, laughing. "This place is so big..."

    I nodded. It was pretty roomy. I was about to say something when I was pressed up against the wall of my bedroom. A gasp escaped me as I stared into Jonathan's ever-changing eyes.

    "I think I'm due for a thank you," Jonathan smirked as he leaned in close, capturing our lips together.

   I had a feeling I was going to like this thank you of his.

$$Ba-Bam! I finished this chapter in a week! I'm not entirely a lazy bum! (Total like) Who wants to know what's going to happen I the next chapter? I do!$$