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She blushed at the nickname. I headed toward the cupboard behind her and pulled out a jar of peanut butter. Her face lit up when she saw what I was doing. I grabbed a few strawberries and dipped them in the jar. I set a few in front of her.
Strawberries dipped in peanut butter were her favorite snack as a kid. At first, I thought it was gross, but she convinced me it tasted like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. After one taste, I was addicted.
"It's your fault I love these damn things," I teased, making her blush even more. She grabbed one and took a bite. A moan escaped her pretty mouth, making my dick twitch. I shoved a cracker in my mouth to drown out the sound of her breathy moans before I did something that would land my ass in jail.
"Oh, God. This is so good."
I choked on my snack when an image of her making those sounds as her body writhed underneath me danced in front of me.
"Are you okay?" Scar patted my back with a wary look.
I nodded and stepped around her, ashamed of my thoughts, and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
Jesus, I was going to hell.
"Ricky?" Scar's soft voice sent goosebumps across my skin. She closed the distance between us and handed me a napkin.
"Thanks," I murmured, wiping my mouth.
She was like my sister, as Seth would remind me.
She's too young.
She's your best friend's little sister.
I kept repeating these words to convince myself that it was fucked up. I needed to fight the urges that I shouldn't be having for Scar.
My Tinkerbelle.
It was so fucking wrong.
But when she looked at me with those big golden eyes, I couldn’t help but graze the corner of her mouth with my thumb. Her breath hitched, and her lashes fluttered and her eyes closed briefly, absorbing the moment between us.
"You got a little something..." I whispered, watching my finger trail over her bottom lip, a pinkish shade coming to her cheeks.
"Mav, what are you...?"
My hand quickly fell to my side at the sound of Skylar's voice. I looked up to see Skylar shooting daggers at us and the compromising position we were in. I looked down to see how close our bodies were and swallowed. Scar must have noticed it, too, because she stepped back and mumbled something. She danced around Skylar, but not until she got in a dig.
"Really, Scar? Walking around half-naked flirting with someone half your age? You're so pathetic."
"Now wait a minute." I snapped out of my frozen state and walked toward Skylar, ready to defend Scar.
"I'm not naked," Scar said defensively. "And I'm not flirting." She gave me an apologetic smile, but I saw the sadness in her eyes.
"Good night." She kept her head down and left the kitchen.
When I heard the door close, I glared at Sky. "What the fuck was that? Was it necessary to talk down to her like you did?"
Sky crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes. Maverick, she has always had a crush on you."
"Doesn't mean you have to act like a bitch."
She gasped in surprised. “Mav—”
Ignoring her, I tossed the napkin in the trash and walked past her to my room.
Sleep didn't come easy that night as my thoughts swam with images of Scar's lips and how badly I wanted to sample a taste. But Skye's reminder of our age difference put a damper on it.
