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I skim past her clit and her head falls back. The long smooth column of her throat is exposed and I press my lips to it.
I slip a finger into her and my thumb rests on her clit. She crosses her hands in front of her and tugs the bottom of her dress and begins to pull it over her head.
She’s bare before me and I don’t wait for her to finish taking it off before I pull one of her dark honeyed nipples into my mouth. She cries out. Her hands dive into my hair and she rolls her hips and sets a rhythm for us.
I thrust my finger into her and circle her diamond hard clit while I make a meal of her breasts and in minutes, her pussy clamps down on my finger and shakes over me.
I lean back and watch her. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back so that her hair spills all over the steering wheel, her kiss-swollen lips form my name, even though she doesn’t make a sound.
Uninhibited, beautiful, complicated, damaged, and all fucking mine. I told myself I was going to make her believe in happily ever after again, and I meant it. Once this shit weekend was over. I’m going to tell her that I’m in love with her. Then, I’ll find a way to convince her that when it is time, she should join me in DC.
12
PARTY
KAL
“Surprise! We’re going to a party,” My mother sails into my bedroom and throws what looks like a dozen garment bags on my bed.
“What? You hate parties.” I sit up slowly, push my hair out of my eyes and frown at her.
“Have you been just lying there like that all day?” She frowns at the rat’s nest that’s masquerading as my hair.
She looks at my shorts like they gave her the finger. “You need to throw those away.”
I frown down at them. “Why? I love them.” I run a reverent finger along the frayed edges of my shorts. When my fingers brush my thighs, I close my eyes and remember Remi’s fingers skimming the same spot the night before.
“What if you dropped dead in that and that’s how you were taken away?” she says dramatically. She flings my closet open and starts rummaging.
“Well, then the people at the morgue would know that I always saw the potential in things. Even in a pair of jeans whose knees had finally given up the ghost. They were headed for the trash and I wrote them a happy ending,” I say with a smirk.
“Not everything gets one of those, Kal,” she says over her shoulder as she shoves things around. Not even her dismissal can diminish my dreams. Maybe not everyone gets theirs, but at least I got to touch the outer ring of the constellation orbiting mine this summer.
I hop off the bed and wince when my sore thighs protest. I can still feel him there with every step I take toward the closet. I love it.
She’s opening random shoe boxes and muttering under her breath
“What are you looking for?”
“Shoe
s. I got you dresses, but I didn’t even know your shoe size and since you didn’t answer the phone when I called you from the mall, I decided to take a chance on your closet.”
“I didn’t hear the phone.”
Because I’ve spent the day with headphones on, listening to John Mayer and replaying every minute of last night with Remi over and over again.
“You’ve been in la-la land since you came floating in last night. I hope I didn’t let you have too much—Aha!” She pulls out a pair of strappy sandals that she gave me last year. They were hers. I haven’t worn them because I’ve never had an occasion to. The four-inch, pencil thin heel might as well be a “broken ankles guaranteed” sign.
But more than that, I thought of them as a bad luck omen. The last time she’d worn them had been to the party at The Wilde’s estate. The night that our lives started to careen downhill like a car whose brake wires had been cut.
“I’m not wearing those,” I say and shake my head.
“Why not?” She looks at me with a dejected pout, her eyes wide with reproach. “They’re beautiful. The crystals are gonna be so pretty when they catch the light.” She waves them in the air to demonstrate. “And wait till you see the dresses I bought you. You’re going to look like a princess.”
“Where in the world are we going?” I eye the offending shoes with skepticism.
“The Rivers Wilde Gala. Our invitation arrived this morning.” She clutches the shoes to her chest and gets a starry-eyed look about her.
