Page 82 of Warmer, Colder

“Do you remember when we’d make my mom and dad watch us perform?” Becca tilts her head back in laughter, the sound coming so effortlessly, but it’s a testament to how far we’ve come.It’s the reassurance I need that we’re good for each other.

Stopping to show each other trinkets—butterfly hair clips, stretchy tattoo chokers, those spiky headbands—we revisit our childhood and the simple joys we shared once upon a time. But when glinting silver catches my eye, I become determined to uncover what’s buried in the corner. With a shaking hand, I slip my fingers under the stack of photos we’d begged her dad to print at the drugstore, and tug at the necklace chain tucked beneath them.

She kept it.I’d always assumed she’d thrown it away like she had our friendship, but I guess I was wrong about a lot of things.

I hold it up between us, the half-heart with its jagged inner edges looking lonely without its other half.Just like me.“You kept it?”

“It’s been here since the day I took it off, along with all the memories of us. I couldn’t bear the reminder, but I couldn’t part with it.”

Absentmindedly, I run my finger over the cursive font that’s delicate and sweet, just like our friendship had been. Across the silver are two lines of broken text:

st

ends

Becca holds out her hand and I drop it into her open palm.

“I still remember the day you gave me mine.” I sigh. “The fact that you’d had it made and picked everything out, down to the charms and jewels that hung from the clasp had meant the world to me.”

Her smile is equal parts sad and touching. “I’d chosen the pink jewel for you and the purple for me. Mine had the butterfly charm and yours had the—” she breaks off swallowing thickly.

“The bow.” Her eyes flick to the bows on my thighs that resemble the charm that had once adorned my necklace. I don’t confirm or deny the question in her eyes. “I was devastated when it broke off and disappeared. I tore my room apart looking for it, but it must have fallen off somewhere else.”

“I almost destroyed mine. I’m glad I kept it. I’m glad I was able to keep you close.”

“I can’t believe you really used it to make a piercing. I meant it when I said you were out of your mind,” she gasps between kissing me.

Smirking, I rub a hand across her stomach where my piercing and the last piece of the necklace now live. “I’ve always been out of my mind for you. Consider me proudlyobsessed.”

Becca wraps a hand around the back of my neck and urges me forward so our lips collide and her tongue slides over mine with purpose, worshipping that heart at the center of it. As our kiss intensifies, so does her boldness.

“Can you get up on the bed for me?” A bundle of curiosity and lust, I comply. I’m rewarded as she tugs my skirt over my hips, running her hands down my legs and dragging her lips over my stomach as she rises to remove my top. “What are you going to do with me, Babygirl?”

“Treat you like the goddess you are.” Without hesitation, she cups my breasts, latching her mouth around one and teasing the bar on the other. Every suck and flick of her tongue has my back arching off the bed.

“We’re off to a good start,” I encourage breathily.

With my interruption, she releases me with a pop. “So glad you approve. Now how about you put your hands against the headboard?”

Becca’s directness renders me speechless as I do as she says.

Climbing off the bed, she stands beside me, reaching up to grab several strands of the dangling fairy lights behind her bed. We’re both silent as she focuses all of her concentration on wrapping them down my arms and around my wrist, before looping them through the opening in the headboard. She repeats the process on my other side.

“Alright, my dirty girl, you’ve got me all tied up, now what?” I taunt as she crosses the room and returns with more lights that are wound up and around my legs, then my torso. When she finishes, she latches her hand around my ankle and brings her lips to the arch of my foot, kissing gently.

“Now I’m going to have my way with you,” she answers with surprising matter-of-factness, while running her fingers under one of the strings that digs into my stomach, not uncomfortably, but enough to create new contours over my body. “You said you’ve always been told you’re too much…we’ll you’re not for me. I love you exactly as you are. Every inch of you.”

“Is that so?” My breath catches as she drops kiss after kiss down my torso until she’s back at the end of the bed.

“Mhmm,” she says sweetly as she makes quick work of her clothes. “And I’m going to show you just how worthy of worship I think you are.” Laying on her stomach, Becca loops her arms under my thighs and brings her face to my center, but she stops just shy of burying her face in my cunt.

“That’s not very nice, getting me all worked up only to play with me.”

“I learned from the best.” She smiles up at me before sticking her tongue out and flicking it gently against my swollen cunt. That sight alone nearly undoes me as my pussy floods with arousal. I love this side of her, the playful one that tests me. A bit of push to my pull. Those blue-grey eyes flash with mischief asshe gazes up at me and I clench with need as she skips right over my center to nip at my thigh.

Impatiently, I yank until one hand is free so I can lace my fingers through her soft strands, and I press her mouth against me. “Go on baby, let your tongue show me just how much you adore me. I’ve been waiting for a proper tribute.”

Like the teacher’s pet that she is, Becca sucks and licks with just the right amount of intensity at just the right pace—she’s learned my body so well in such a short time. Pride swells within me, my pussy clenching at the satisfying reminder that I’ve taught her everything she knows, that I’m the only woman she’s been with. I love the assurance that she’ll never devote herself to anyone else’s body like this. “That feels so good. You’re doing such a good job, Baby,” I mumble against her ear. “My perfect girl.”

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