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Its crazy how much can change in a few days.
Sure, I was still the same old Kathleen Silver: purple locks of hair fading to bleached-gray, still the same old crush, still the same fantasies. Except now, my fantasies had become episodes of déjà vu. Ever since the boys surprised me with the first-class ticket to England, I’d fucked more times in the past couple days than I ever could imagine in any fantasy of mine.
A couple days ago, I never would’ve thought that I’d be loading up the same duffel bag that had once carried all my belongings to college so that I could go overseas.
It was thrilling.
“Hey, beautiful,” I heard a sultry voice from behind me, and my heart immediately started throbbing as I felt Elliot’s strong arms wrap themselves around my waist and squeeze me. Letting out a giggle, I dropped what I was doing and collapsed back into his embrace as he began planting kisses along my neck. “You trying to run away?”
“From you? Never,” I purred, trying with little effort to push him away. “Seriously though, I need to finish packing.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
Rolling my eyes, I succumbed to his hold as he began lightly rocking me back and forth, his mouth already halfway down my neck. I let myself indulge in the warmth his tongue spread across my skin before breaking away.
“I’m serious, Ell,” I said, smiling at the use of the nickname Felix and Leo spoke with such ease. “Make yourself productive. Go back to sleep or something.”
“But I don’t wanna,” Elliot said, pouting as he threw himself onto my bed. He began poking around in the pile of clothes I’d spread out for the trip. “What’s in England, anyway? ‘Cause we have croissants here. I can get you croissants. And baguettes. Whatever you like.”
I snorted, reaching for the list of items I needed to take with me to England. Passport. That was a big one.
“You should’ve paid more attention in global studies,” I said, shaking my head as I sifted around the mess of stuff for my passport. Where the fuck was that thing? “Croissants are French, dumbass.”
All three of the boys had been vying for my time these past few days, but Elliot had insisted on being the last person with whom I was to be in contact with before boarding my flight. That meant staying over for the night … among other things.
My flight was scheduled to leave in a few hours, but Elliot seemed to be set on distracting me from getting ready every chance he could get. I was starting to think there was a reason for it.
“Besides,” I continued, finally plucking the little blue booklet out of the pile, “wasn’t this your idea? Sending me away to England?”
I looked up to watch his face, expecting to find a stupid smirk or a pair of glittering green eyes. But he was turned onto his side, frowning down into my pillowcase. Letting out a huff I crossed my arms and just looked at him. All of a sudden, I knew what it must’ve felt like to be the Lancaster boy’s mother, and quickly dropped the stance.
“Stop being weird,” I said. “Ell, what’s going on?”
Elliot rolled over onto his back, propping up the back of his head with his forearm to look at me. I couldn’t help but blush a little every time he gazed at me. I might have been his girl on the outside, but on the inside, I was still just a girl with a crush, bending over backward to not get overwhelmed by it. He knew that he had this effect on me. I wasn’t expecting it to go away anytime too soon.
“Well, Felix was the one who pitched the idea,” he started slowly. “I approved it.”
Approved. Like he was the president of our fucking lives. His superiority complex was something to be reckoned with. God forbid any idea wasn’t one of his own.
“I see,” I replied, starting to shove my clothes into the suitcase. “Did you want to approve this idea that you didn’t come up with?”
“Yeah, of course,” he said a little defensively, straightening himself up. “I just … I don’t want you to go, you know? What am I supposed to do?”
I snorted again. You mean, who am I supposed to do? I wanted to correct him, but held back.
“So, you’re saying …” I said, crawling onto the bed, “you’ll miss me?”
When I put my hand on his thigh, his eyes immediately lit up. Before I could go any further, Elliot yanked me forward and wrestled me onto the mattress, tickling me. I spasmed under him, laughing like a maniac until I ended up being the one on top, pinning him down.
“Are you going to answer my question?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I settled down on his lap with a slight, playful wiggle of my hip. “Or are you afraid to?” When he still didn’t answer, I laid my hand on the edge of his pants and picked at the fabric.
“Look who’s being distracting now,” Elliot responded with a goofy smirk. “But I ain’t complaining.”
“No, you’re right,” I said, rolling off of him, a little disappointed with his avoidance of my question. “I need to wrap this up.”
He stayed silent, watching me as I tried shoving a few extra pairs of socks into the side pouch of the duffel to little avail. I wasn’t used to him regarding me in this way—like he actually cared about body language for once, not just my body. Not that that had ever bothered me.
