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“I will do so gladly, but first,” I pause for dramatic effect, waiting for the impatient wrinkle to form between her brows.
Ah, there it is.
“First we are watching High School Musical.”
“She left himagain?” We have made it to the final film of the trilogy, and I am pleased to report Trip is wholly invested in Troy’s wellbeing. Or lack thereof, as the case may be.
“Sharpay at least stuck by him all three movies! Sure she was a bit selfish and seriously passive aggressive…”
“I think it’s safe to say plain aggressive,” I cheerfully interject the commentary as Trip continues her rant.
“… but it sure beats the meltdowns he has to go through being withher.” Trip glares at the couple dancing on screen, as if she is visually accusing them of displaying a toxic relationship via Disney Channel.
I chuckle, patting her hand in understanding, “Both Troy and the audience needed those breakdown songs to grow. If no one ever made mistakes, why would we change?” Trip grumbles under her breath as another song comes on.
Grinning, I take her hand and pull her off the couch.
“What do you think you’re doing.” Her suspicious squint goes wide as I lightly trace my fingers from the top of her shoulder down to her fingertips. I leave a trail of goosebumps in my wake, and when I reach her hands, I flatten my palms against hers and bring them up to my shoulders.
“We’re dancing.” I leave her hands resting there and move my own down to her waist. Trip rests her head against my chest, and I rest my chin atop her head, the two of us swaying to Efron’s heartbreak.
Destiny and fate have never been something on my radar, but in this moment, with Trip between my arms and her shampoo filling my senses, it feels like this has been the plan all along.
Shit. Maybe I should be a songwriter.
Trip pulls her head back and looks at me with a question in her eyes. Or maybe it’s my own question reflecting back at me.
“Trip,” the words come out huskier than I intend. My gaze gets dragged down as a smile tugs at her too-full bottom lip.
“Wes,” the sound of my name leaving her mouth is enough to make me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my bedroom Caveman Cody-style.
“Would it be okay if I kiss you now?”
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If I thought I was breathless before, then this must be what it’s like to have an asthma attack. Wes’ question falls on my pounding ears, and like any sufficient vacuum, it vacates all the oxygen from my lungs. The musical fades into the background as green eyes flick to mine, patiently waiting for permission.
The room feels thick with tension as I stare at the handsome face mere inches from mine. The lack of air currently circulating my body makes me unable to form words, so I nod instead. Releasing one hand from my waist, Wes carefully strokes my cheek before slowly bringing his mouth to mine.
His lips are surprisingly warm as they press into my own. Gently caressing my jaw, he tilts my head and teases my mouth open. His tongue skims my bottom lip and hysterics bubble up inside me.Don’t you dare laugh, don’t you dare…
Wes bites down on my lip and any thoughts of laughter vanish from my mind. Pleasure bursts through me and a sound escapes my mouth. Did I just… moan? The shock has me floundering for a few moments, but it doesn’t seem to hinder Wes in the slightest.
Time becomes nonexistent kissing Wes. I can’t tell you how long we stand in the middle of the dorm, playing a game of tongue tag as Stella would say, but all I know is I never want it to end.
Without warning, Wes suddenly pulls away and drops his hands to my thighs. My groan of protest turns into a yelp of surprise as he hoists me off the ground. Wrapping my legs around his waist to keep me from falling, I gasp as he peppers kisses along my neck. Appearing unfazed by my bodyweight, Wes walks backwards until we hit the couch, the grip on my waist not lessening for a second.
He sits down, my legs continuing to straddle his own, and leans us back so our chests are flush together. I run my hands through his midnight hair, the silky strands giving way for my fingers. Dragging his mouth back to mine, Wes runs his hands up my jean-clad thighs to cup my butt, tugging me closer still. It’s only when I shift that I feel the hardness beneath me.
Wes groans at the sudden friction and heat shoots straight to my core. Shifting again to test the reaction, I smile as the smothered sound escapes into my mouth. The hands gripping my hips tighten as Wes rocks me forward and suddenly it’s my turn to gasp.
Even with two pairs of jeans separating us, Wes has pleasure humming through my body like he’s been studying it for years. Well, I’m sure he’s been studying the female body for years, just not my own.
The thought triggers reality to seep into my lust-filled state. I’m kissingWes. The social butterfly who’s been upfront about his player status since day one. And I’m the social outcast he befriended and has taken a liking to. Wes isn’t looking for a relationship, he is looking for the next good time.
I put my hand on his chest and gently push away, untangling my mouth slowly from his, “I think that’s enough firsts for today.” My voice comes out in huffs, lungs still struggling to catch up with the make out session.
The grip on my waist loosens so I can lean back and look at the man I’m still straddling. Swollen lips and shining emeralds smirk back at me, “And how would you rate your first experience, mademoiselle?”
