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She’s mine.

“Hey,” Goldie said, dropping onto the bench next to me. “Did Taur and Sugar Paste go to get drinks or have they ‘gone to the bathroom’ together? What’s with your face? Why do you look so seri—”

I didn’t let him finish his question. I grabbed either side of his face and slammed his lips down onto mine.

Chapter 24.

Goldie

I didn’t kiss her back. Not at first. My brain and body at secret war with each other. Everything screaming at me to put a stop to this madness right now or I’d regret it. Thoughts tumbling over one another like pebbles caught in a rising tide.

With every fibre of my being, I knew that kissing Holly was standing on that shore, thinking if I only submerged my feet, I’d be safe. But knowing full well how quickly the seas could change. Sooner or later, it would drag me out, or else I’d be slowly pummelled to death by tiny rocks, and maybe angry jellyfish.

I was also acutely aware that I’d been wanting to do this since I first saw her. No point in pretending anymore. It wasn’t as though I could deny it out loud, so why try to deny it in my head?

I wanted to kiss Holly Briar.

Since the first day she walked into FaeGames, over five months ago. All bright eyes, and big round spectacles and purple swishes in her hair. After her induction, August turned to me and said, “Remember G, no playing hide the sausage,” as she was wont to do.

I almost asked her then. I stopped myself, because how stupid would I have sounded? “What about kissing? Does that count?”

I didn’t want to fuck Holly. I mean, I did, now. But back then, all I wanted was to tip her innocent face up to mine and plunder her mouth. Feel those perky lips on mine. Feel her fingers on my shoulders. Our bodies pressed together.

Me, Goldie. Two thousand plus notches on my bedpost, and I wanted to make out.

That should have been my first clue.

My brain put up a valiant fight. But eventually, down it went, white flag in hand, and my body responded automatically to hers. It pulled Holly onto my lap and sunk my fingers into her hair, and my tongue into her mouth.

She became pliant in my hands, moulding herself to me. Her arms around my head and neck, her breasts pressing into my collarbone. She moaned into my mouth, a sound borne of desperation and want and necessity, and kissed me as I had been wanting to kiss her for the past five months. Urgent, needy, hot, breathy, a little messy.

We had spent so long getting to know one another’s bodies, it should have come as no shock that our mouths would also be totally in tune. I slipped my hands down to her waist. Where the fabric of her dungarees met the fabric of her little t-shirt, and buried my fingers in until they met with her flesh. I squeezed. Hard. Then glamoured the sting away. We groaned in synchronicity.

Holly placed her hands on either side of my head, her thumbs rubbing the points of my ears. I pulled apart, rested my forehead against hers. Kept one hand on her hip and the other I closed around the base of her throat, against her t-shirt collar.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What are you sorry for?” I whispered back.

“For breaking the no-kissing rule.”

I kissed her again. On the mouth, the side of her mouth, her jaw. “I’m not. It was a cruel and merciless rule.” I trailed the kisses back to her lips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for months.”

But Holly had been right. Kissingwasintimate. Maybe too intimate. It wasn’t about grinding my cock into something, thrusting my hips, creating friction until I disappeared into my own bubble of blinding ecstasy. It wasn’t about working towards something, the goal of climax. It wasn’t about only me.

It was about the two of us simply living for the action. Enjoying each moment. And each other.

And she had been right to employ the rule in the first place. I realised this the second she bit down onto my bottom lip, and I felt the ocean sweep my feet out from beneath me.

“Holly,” I said, rather pointlessly.

“Goldie,” she replied. “Is this okay?”

“It’s more than okay. It’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

She whimpered. I twisted my fingers into her curls.

“I could do this all night,” I said.

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