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“What does it look like I’m doing? Use your eyes. I’ve got a cloth and this cleaning spray. Take a guess.”
This time, I did smile, lowering my head and ghosting my lips across hers, not quite touching. “It looks like you’re up to no good in my kitchen.”
“Your kitchen, is it?” She smiled too, her lips moving under mine, and fuck it. I’d been denying myself for long enough already. I closed the remaining two millimetres of distance and kissed her.
“If you can’t work it out,” she said when I eventually managed to tear my mouth away from those fucking soft pouty lips, “I’m cleaning for your parents, like I promised I would.”
“It’s late.”
“Yeah, I know that. But I had my driving lesson, and then I had an extra shift at the country club, then homework, and this was the only time I could fit it in.” She clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling a yawn. “I still need to revise for my driving theory test after this. It’s happening tomorrow and I need to be ready.”
“Baby, you’re going to make yourself sick piling all that on yourself. Stop the cleaning; you know my parents won’t care. They pay cleaning staff, remember?”
“Why do you care?”
Good fucking question. One I didn’t have an answer to.
“I’ll help you in here, and then I’ll test you on the theory questions, okay?” What the actual fuck was I saying? I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.
“You will?” She stared at me, stunned.
I shrugged. “Yeah. I’m bored. You can entertain me.”
“Oh, Knox. You really should get out more if you think that cleaning and helping me revise counts as entertainment.” She smirked, and I couldn’t help my grin.
“Maybe you could sing for me to make it more fun. You’re writing a song with William, aren’t you? I saw it in our business studies class.”
“Yeah.” Her voice went quiet, and I knew we were both remembering how I’d acted towards her that day, grinding the paper under my foot because I was so fucking pissed off with her. Now here I was, with the taste of her still on my lips, fucking bantering with her like we were friends or something.
She slid away from me, and I thought for a minute that I’d fucked up this fragile truce we had going on, but after ducking down behind the island, she reappeared, throwing me a cloth.
“You can do the worktops by the oven, and I’ll finish these ones.” There was a pause, and then she added, “You’re right, I am writing a song with Will. Him and Katy, actually, for our music coursework. I’m more of a lyricist, I guess, although I can play the guitar, but Katy’s a genius at finding the melodies, and Will—he writes the music too, but you should see him when he gets in front of a laptop. Mixing the sounds, making something amazing. Creating magic.”
My jaw clenched as something curled inside my gut at her tone of admiration. No fucking way was I jealous ofWilliam Fitzgerald-fucking-Jones.
She glanced at me cautiously as I tried to unclench my jaw. “You know, there was a song you played in the car this morning. It was a little bit softer than the stuff you normally listen to.” Her fingers tapped against the worktop as she thought. “I wondered if it might work with the song we’re writing. We have to do an original version and a remix, and…I think it could work for the remix. Something about getting lost.” Stepping a little closer, she hummed a few bars, and I immediately recognised it.
“That’s ‘Lost in the Moment’ by NF. If you use it, do I get producer credits or something?”
Shaking her head, she laughed, and I swallowed whatever reply she was going to give me with a kiss.
Fuck. I had to stop doing this. It had been easy to convince myself not to kiss her after the first time, but now that we’d started again, my willpower was way too fucking low to resist.
* * *
I’d somehow ended up lying on Elena’s bed, stretched out across the length, quizzing her on driving theory practice questions. Every now and then, my willpower would break, and I’d have to fucking kiss her. I’d managed to hold back from anything more, even though my cock had been severely put to the test tonight. She was so close, dressed in simple grey joggers that hugged her legs and a tight plain blue sleeveless top that clung to her tits in a way that drew my eyes every time she took a particularly deep breath. It was so late, considering we both had to be up for school, and yet neither of us suggested moving.
Her eyes grew heavier, and she curled into my side, her voice getting soft with sleep as she answered my next question. When I glanced down at her again, she was fully asleep, relaxed and looking so innocent compared to what I actually knew of her.
It was then that my phone buzzed.
I didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to face the truth that was at the back of my mind, that she’d lied to me that night when it felt like she was sharing something important with me. Something of herself.
My hand fucking shook as I forced myself to pull my phone from my pocket. I stared at the darkened screen for a long time before thumbing it open.
Even though I’d known she’d lied, something inside me fucking cracked when I read the words.
Nitro:
