Page 32 of Protector

“Actually, no, she walked in on me building you a fort. Much more embarrassing.”

I laugh at that and picture Maria walking in on Puck hanging sheets from the ceiling and giving him some fairy lights.

He lets go of me, slightly pushing me forwards.

“Go and get in. There’re snacks.”

“Oh wow, you really know how to treat a girl.” I wink, and Puck slaps me on my butt gently as I push ahead.

Giggling, I reach the edge of the bed and pull a white sheet back slightly so I can crawl through.

My eyes widen in awe as I sit on the soft mattress and look at the effort Puck has gone through for this setup.

There are pillows and cushions everywhere, a tray with popcorn, biscuits, crisps, and fizzy drinks in the centre. The TV is placed at the end of the bed, still hidden amongst the sheets and lights.

“Puck, this is so cute!” I squeal as he crawls in behind me.

He gets himself comfy, and then pulls my arm, until I end up flopping next to him, half curled onto his body.

He leans down, kissing my lips, a bruising kiss that’s full of passion and love. I reach my hands up behind his neck, forcing my way closer to him, and with one arm around my waist, the other comes to rest on my cheek, angling my head so he can make the kiss deeper.

His tongue slides out and briefly wets my bottom lip, and like every single time, my stomach twists and my mouth opens, welcoming it.

Like I said, when I’m around King and Dax, I try not to kiss him every single second because this is heaven, and I can never seem to find it in me to stop.

For a few weeks after our first kiss in the woods, Puck would always lean in to kiss me, little pecks here and there, until eventually, he opened his mouth and mine reciprocated. When his tongue collided with mine, I almost went into a frenzy.

You see, I’ve seen it in the movies, and I’ve read about it a lot.

And though often it comes across as kissing can be overrated.

Well, those people have never kissed Puck, because I could drown in his kisses forever and never come up for air.

I always wondered what it really felt like, what the girls in my books meant when they said they see stars, when their head goes dizzy, their stomachs twist and flutter. When they clamp their thighs together.

I feel it all.

And I never want to feel another emotion again.

Puck pulls away and looks from my red, wet lips, then back to my eyes a few times, and I smile, trying not to come across too giddy, even though I can never hide it that well.

“We’ll never watch the movie if we don’t stop now,” he says a little breathlessly, and I laugh.

“I’m okay with that,” I whisper back, and Puck leans in once more to peck my lips before tucking me under his arm.

“What are we watching?” I ask curiously, reaching for the popcorn and shoving a handful in my mouth.

“Well, I thought we could go old school and watch Peter Pan, because you never watch it much anymore. You’re too busy swooning over a different Peter,” Puck laughs.

“Hey!” I lean up onto my elbow, looking at him. “Peter Kavinsky is every girl's dream,” I protest.

“Oh yeah, but is he better than me?”

“That’s such a Kavinsky thing to say.” I roll my eyes, and Puck pokes me in the side.

“But, I would love to watch Peter Pan with you.”

I kiss his cheek, and Puck shakes his head, humour sparkling in his eyes.

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