Page 88 of Never You

I don’t want to deny the fact that this girl is making me feel alive for the first time in my life. I get that it’s still early, and it’s stupid to be completely open about it, but if there is one person I don’t want to hide shit from; it’s Bodi.

“And then I kissed Rae.” I glance at Rae, staring at the ground with her lips in a firm stripe.

“Good choice, Jay.” He nods playfully, and I respond with a long sigh, not loving the fact that Rae seems to feel more uncomfortable by the second. I turn and tilt my head, glaringat his amused grin. We stare at each other, as if I’m hoping my death glare will have him sinking to the floor. One can hope.

“You’re fucked,”he mouths, silently, making me shake my head.

I know.

Trust me, I know.

“Right.” Rae glides from her stool, a flicker of embarrassment still visible in her eyes. “You two have fun. I’m going to call it a night.”

“You’re leaving?” I quickly grab her wrist. I don’t want her to leave.

I guess this is awkward for her, but I want to be able to hold her in front of my best friend. Kiss her when she’s being a smartass and pull her hair when she’s pissing me off. If I can’t do it in front of the entire world, I at least want to do it while our bubble has burst yet.

“Yeah, I’m tired. I’m going to let you two hang out, and I’ll see you in the morning.” I search her face for any sign of fatigue but can’t find shit.

“You don’t have to go, baby.”

She smiles, awkwardly. “It’s okay. I’m tired. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Her body turns, ready to walk away, but I place my knee in front of her stomach, pulling her between my legs once more. “Rae?”

“Hmm?” She twists her head, her gaze dripping with desire as she swallows.

“Fuck it.” I smirk right before I crash my mouth against hers.

My hands slip into her hair, holding her head still so I can have my way with her, pushing my tongue in with a passion that’s running through me from head to toe. Her sweet honey taste has me acting like a druggie on a relapse; I want to keep kissing her forever. Claim her taste as mine from this day forward.

When I pull back, I press my forehead against hers, my palms still in her soft and silky hair. “Fuck it, baby,” I whisper against her rosy lips, hoping she can hear the words that are not coming from my mouth.

Fuck it,I don’t care who’s watching.

Fuck it,I don’t care what everyone thinks.

Fuck it,I don’t care what everyone wants.

Fuck it, because I want you, and I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.

She pushes out an amused breath, softly nodding as her eyes glass over.

“Fuck it,” she repeats, then presses another sweet peck on my lips before I let go of her. I slowly let her walk out of my grasp.

“Goodnight, boys.”

“Night, Goldilocks.” Bodi’s grin is splitting his face in two, and I roll my eyes, then sigh, bringing my glass to my lips.

“Whatever you’re going to say, save it,” I grunt.

“Oh, no. We are going to talk about this, mate.” His know-it-all smirk, combined with his annoying Australian accent, is a little irritating, but it doesn’t come out of nowhere. If you don’t want to talk about shit, Bodi is not the one you hang out with. He will kindly ask you to talk to him, and if you don’t? He’ll nag you until you do.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I make a futile attempt.

“I don’t care,” he announces, turning his body to face me, his elbow resting on the bar with his glass in his hand. His brown hair bounces as he tilts his head. “Tell me, how long did it take until you were smooching with Rae after you dropped me off at the airport?”

“Smooching? People still use that word?”

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