Page 47 of White Hole

“Oh. Well, I didn’t see them.”

George gently pushed me to the back of the club with a large hand pressed to my lower back. I turned my face to his as he opened the back club door leading to the parking lot. We stopped short before walking out as a couple were making their way inside.

It was Cale and Sydney.

“Oh! Hey, Kinsley.” Cale was behind his girlfriend and eyed George suspiciously. It was the first time I’d noticed how very tiny Cale seemed compared to the lumbering giant at my back. George’s arm slipped from my back around my waist possessively.

“Hey.”

Sydney smirked her painted red lips and raised one eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

“Uh, Kinsley. You have that bracelet?”

“Yeah, I found it. I’ll, um, I’ll give it to you in class.”

“He’s been asking forweeksnow. It’shis, you know.” Sydney had never spoken to me, and I winced at the shrill soprano of her voice. Could Cale stand to listen to that all day?

“Yes, and hegaveit tome. Well before he even knew you. So, run along and—”

“Listen, bitch—” Sydney said. Cale pushed her further into the club while the grip on my waist tightened.

George almost carried me outside while Sydney was tugged onto the dance floor.

“Stop! Stop! What are you doing?”

“What areyoudoing, princess? Looking for a fight?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Then fight me.” We reached his truck and he let me go. I spun around and he pinned me against the metal with an arm on either side of my body. “Come on, Sins. Fight me.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“So are you.”

“I hope I’m never as stubborn as you when I grow up.”

George’s lips pressed together, and one side lifted. As if the muscles could not control themselves, his mouth moved apart until I could see his white teeth, then his open mouth, and he let out a roaring laugh. The sound was so earth shattering, it shook my bones.

“It’s not funny,” I said.

He threw his head back and laughed more, adding to his expression a full body shake.

“It’s not.” I giggled. His laughter made me vibrate inside.

When his head came back from its vacation, he lowered his eyelids, and his mouth went soft. His sparkling eyes stared at my lips until they tingled. George lowered his head slowly and moved his arms to embrace my waist and neck. Our lips touched gently before he licked mine and dove his tongue inside. I ran my fingers through his hair, untying his ponytail, letting the strands fall loose to tickle my face.

It left me breathless, wet, and hungry when he pulled back, blue eyes glowing red in the neon lights from the club’s exit sign. “Wha-what are you doing here, George?”

“Came to see if you wanted to craft our costumes tonight?”

“How did you know I was here?”

“Where else do you guys go if there’s no party on campus?”

I nodded. “True.” Looking at his lips, I wondered if he was going to kiss me again. When I lifted my eyes, he lifted his from peering at my mouth. Holding each other’s gaze, my core tightened. I wanted more of him. Never breaking eye contact, he lifted me up by my backside until my legs encircled him, hands still stroking his golden locks.

“You wore jeans.”

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