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I propose a toast. "To us."
Kiera giggles and clinks her glass against mine, no doubt seeing my toast as another silly best friend thing. "To us!" she toasts back.
I never take my eyes off her as I sip my champagne. She's so fucking beautiful. I could stare at her all day. In fact, I do most days.
"Let's dance!" Kiera announces after a few more sips.
I'm not much of a dancer, but I've danced with Kiera plenty of times. Mostly ridiculous things where she jumps up and down in the air and I halfheartedly move with her.
When she grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor this time, though, it's different.
Kiera turns her body so that her back is facing me and begins to sway sensuously with the beat. She wraps her hand around my neck and moves against me, and I'm helpless to do anything but wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against me.
Now, this kind of dancing I like.
Our bodies are moving together like we're having sex on the dance floor, and there's no way in hell she can't feel my hard-on pressing up against her ass. I'm making no move to try to hide it because there's no use anyway. The fucker is not going down with Kiera's sweet little body practically giving it a standing lap dance like this.
I'll be lucky if I don’t come all in my pants with her gyrating her hips against me like this.
I don't know if it's the champagne going to her head and making her looser or what, but I'm not going to question my good fortune.
There's nothing like the feeling of having Kiera in my arms like this. Like we're more than just friends. Like we're a boyfriend and girlfriend on a date.
And when the clock starts ticking down to midnight, the music is still pulsing around us.
When the countdown reaches ten, I turn Kiera in my arms.
She tilts her head back to look up at me. Her pretty little face is flushed, her eyes sparkling. Some of her hair has fallen loose and curls around her cheeks and face.
I place my hand on the side of her neck and swallow as I gaze down at her beauty, mustering up all the nerve in me.
What I do next will either bring us closer together or break our friendship forever.
Three, two, one!
The crowd screams the final countdown, and before I can talk myself out of it, I crash my lips down onto my best friend's.
She goes completely still in my arms, but I'm already in too deep now. I press my tongue against the seam of her lips, bidding her to open for me.
She gasps, and I take full advantage of the slight parting of her lips.
I push inside and motherfucking hell.
She tastes as sweet as the honeysuckle we used to eat straight off the bushes behind the playground.
I kiss her deeply, insistently, like a man starving—and I am. I've been starving my whole life for her.
Kiera. My best friend. My love. My life.
She finally relaxes against me, melting up into me. I feel the slightest brush of her tongue against mine. She's so tentative, but she's kissing me back, and my chest swells in victory as I crush her close to my chest.
Mine.The word crashes through me so strongly it's all I can do not to take her right here and now on this crowded dance floor.
When I finally pull back from her, both of our chests are heaving. Kiera's lips are swollen pink from my kisses, and fuck if that doesn't make my cock even harder.
I'm about to burst through my zipper. I'm so hard-up for her. It doesn't matter how many times I've jacked off thinking about her. Nothing compares to the sensation of her little lips kissing me back. All my wildest fantasies couldn't do it justice.
"Josh," she whispers my name, her voice trembling.
