AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My only reaction was wanting to hunt those girls down and teach them a lesson for ever hurting her.
“Trichot—” I stumbled over the word.
“You can call it trich for short,” she added with a weak smile. “It’s a repetitive behavior that involves the irresistible urge to pull one’s hair out.”
“Wow, okay. That sounds…”
“Completely freakish?” Shame glittered in her eyes.
“I was going to say complicated.”
“My formal diagnosis is trichotillomania and generalized anxiety disorder.”
“Triggered by that night?”
Lily bit her lip. “I’d always been a shy kid, but it was like that night broke something inside me.”
“Fuck.” The word left my lips on a single breath. “Are you like okay now? Is it well controlled? Shit, I don’t mean… that came out wrong.”
I suddenly felt way out of my depth. I’d known Lily had stuff going on, but I figured she was unusually shy. I didn’t think… I needed to get a grip.
This didn’t change anything.
If anything, it only made me more determined to get to know her.
“I’ve been doing better. I had therapy until junior year, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten better at noticing my triggers and using my coping strategies.”
“But you still like the sensation of it?” I motioned to her hand wrapped around her braid.
“Uh… yeah. Sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it. Usually when I’m super nervous or anxious about something.”
I rolled onto my side and gazed down at her. “Do I make you nervous, Lily?”
“So nervous.” The corner of her mouth tipped as her breath hitched.
I leaned down and grazed my mouth against hers, slow and sure. “Is this okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” Lily wound her hands around the back of my neck and tugged me down over her.
Kissing Lily was one of my new favorite things, only made better by the knowledge that I was the only guy she’d ever done this with.
Our tongues slid together with eager familiarity, coaxing little whimpers from her throat. Fuck. I was so gone for this girl. She was perfect for me… except for one huge thing.
She was Coach’s daughter.
But what was it they said about forbidden fruit?
It tasted so much sweeter.
Whoevertheywere, they weren’t fucking wrong. Because this girl tasted like my own personal brand of heaven.
I deepened the kiss, licking her mouth until we were breathing for each other. Hard, desperate breaths that had a direct line to my dick.
Lily played with the hair at the nape of my neck, running her fingers through it and eliciting a groan from deep inside me. “That feels so good,” I murmured against her lips.
She smiled. “Yeah?” She dragged her nails back and forth.
“Keep doing that and we’ll be doing a hell of a lot more than just kissing out here.”
