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Slowly, he reaches out and grabs my hand. His hand is rough and calloused from his time in shop class and working on cars at his uncle’s garage. Mine are too smooth in comparison.
I lace our fingers together, my heart hammering in my chest. I wait for him to pull away, to wipe my touch from his hand on his jeans, but he doesn’t. He just stares at our hands.
Finally, he looks up at me. He’s only a few inches shorter, but I feel like I tower over him. I squeeze his hand gently, reassuringly, and he squeezes it back.
“We can get through anything together,” I say. “Friends, or more. It doesn’t matter. We’ll figure this out. Together.”
“Together,” he agrees. We stare at each other for a beat too long, the tension threatening to snap us. I let out a breath as he shuffles closer, brushing his chest against mine.
“Can I kiss you?” I breathe, my eyes searching his for any hint of disgust or uneasiness. “It’s okay—”
“Yes,” he says. The room grows thicker with tension, with the need rippling off us.
I lower my head toward his, giving him plenty of time to react, to pull away, but he doesn’t. “Are you sure?” I whisper, just a breath away from his lips. His breathing is shallow as he nods. My eyes flutter shut as I brush my lips against his, getting my first taste of him.
He pulls back suddenly, and my eyes snap open. He stares at me wide-eyed and I brace myself for him to slap me, or call me names, or run away. But he doesn’t. He pushes onto his toes and crushes his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding along my lips.
We’re shaking as we unclasp our hands and grip each other. I let my hands roam over him, feeling the hard planes of his body. He bunches the back of my shirt in his fists as he pulls me tighter to him. I feel him hard against me, but I force my hips back. We’re not there. We might never be there. And that’s okay, because if all I ever get from him is this kiss, it’ll be enough. It’ll be more than enough.
It feels different, kissing a guy and not a girl. I don’t have a lot of experience with girls, but I know that I’ve never felt like this. Like I’m burning from the inside out. Like I’ll die if my lips don’t stay on his.
One of his hands slides into my hair and he yanks my head back. I groan at the feeling as it awakens something in me I didn’t know was dormant. He sucks along my neck, biting and licking his way down to my collarbones.
“E,” I groan before pressing my lips to his again. Breathlessly, we pull away. His eyes are as hooded as mine, as lustful and eager for more. “I—I’m not ready for more.” He nods, his mouth parted as he pants.
“Me either,” he admits as he drops his eyes to my mouth. “But—but I liked that.” I let out a shaky laugh as I step away enough to take a full breath.
“Me too,” I say. “Does this mean we’re…” I narrow my eyes slightly, watching him think through it.
“Together?” he breathes, and I nod, impatiently waiting for his answer. He grabs my hand again, staring at the contrast of his darker and my paler skin beside each other. “Let’s not label it.” I swallow hard. “Let’s just…have fun.”
“Fun,” I repeat, and he nods. It’s not commitment, and it’s not what I want, but it’s what he’s willing to give. “One condition.” He lifts his eyes to mine, a silent question in them. “We’re exclusive. You don’t date or fuck anyone else. I won’t either. To the outside world, we’re still just friends, but behind closed doors, you’re mine.”
His brows lift, a small, cocky grin curving his lips. “I didn’t realize you were so possessive,” he smirks.
“I didn’t realize it either,” I admit, my voice low. “But with you, I am.” He grins broader at that.
“Good to know.” His smile slowly falls as he nods. “I can agree to that. At least for now.” I roll my eyes.
“For now?” I say, and he shrugs.
“If a better offer comes along, I have to take it.” I shove his shoulder, laughing softly.
“Whatever,” I say. “There is no one better than me.”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “There’s really not.”
Kiwi
Ihad to leave Kennedy with the girls while Bash, Ryder, Reid, and I talked to Ginger. He’s a lot less talkative today than he has been in the past, which is disappointing. And fucking annoying.
Bash leans against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. Ryder stands by the door, watching everything. As our Enforcer, you’d think he was the one to get his hands dirty the most, but he’s not. It’s usually Bash, Axel, and me. He’s the one we call when things are really fucking bad. We’ve all silently agreed to not make him kill anyone unless he has to. It eats away at him a lot more than the rest of us.
Don’t get me wrong, though. He will fuck someone up without hesitation. He’ll just dwell on it for the rest of his fucking life.
I wrap a chain tightly around Ginger’s ankles as Reid fills a giant bin with water in the corner. Ginger keeps his mouth clamped tightly shut, his one good eye frantically flicking between the four of us.
“You can start talking at any time,” I say as I secure a lock through the chain. I jerk on it a few times, testing it. “You know what you need to say.”
