Page 115 of Spring Awakening

Ezra laughs. “She’s already had an argument with one chick, but I think it’s because she fancies her and doesn’t know how to play it cool.”

Mali gets up as fast as her legs allow. “’Kay, wait, I’m coming.” She walks with him, and she can see Frankie fuming as theywalk. There’s a woman with dark skin and her hair thrown up in a big clip. She looks a little like a stereotypical housewife. That’s the woman Frankie is blushing over. She’s so obvious. Mali grabs hold of Zach’s hand as she walks past, and he follows her.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” she replies. “Ezra wants to be your best man, and we’re going to save Frank. Wanna come?”

“Lead the way.”

“Oh,” she says quieter, and Zach leans his head down to hear her, “and you’re in trouble for telling Ezra about my pillow thoughts.”

Zach laughs, pressing his lips to her temple. “How much trouble?”

“So much.”

“Can’t wait.”

EPILOGUE

The back door ispropped open, and the trees move with the slight breeze. Earlier, Zach put the parasol up. He’s not sure the sun is that hot yet, but he does know it’s a British rite of passage to have a barbeque the second the sky is blue and the temperature is in double digits. Mali walks around in tiny shorts, but he thinks it’s because she’s desperate for summer to come. Zach doesn’t complain about it, especially now he has her bent over the washing machine with his dick in her.

She was supposed to be getting the bread, but here they are, and he can’t find it in himself to be disappointed with any life decisions that have brought him to this moment.

“Honey,” she whines, throwing her hips back. “They’ll be here soon. Please, please…”

Zach is used to her begging him to come, because she’s a brat that likes to wind him up and then wants to come the moment he touches her. Usually, he makes her work for it. She likes it like that. Zach thought it would take him longer to figure her body out, to find the way she likes to be touched, but it’s easy when he knows her. Knows the way her back arches when she likessomething, the way she grips his hand when she wants him to repeat a motion, the way she throws her hips harder and faster when she’s not fucking around.

“Has anyone fucked you like this?” she asks, and his fingers dig into the flesh of her hips.

“Once.”

“God, that’s so hot,” she whines. “We should do it.Now. I’ll be so good. I’ll fuck you so good.”

Zach pulls her hair lightly, pressing his lips to her shoulder when she leans against him. Her hands find his free one, the other loosely wrapping around the back of his neck. He wonders if they look like art, or if it’s all her.

“You’re perfect,” he says, wrapping his hand around her waist. “You can do whatever you want with me.” His fingers swipe over her clit, and she squeezes his hand so tight he might lose circulation.

“Fuck,” she pants. She leans forwards, and Zach grips her hips, thrusting hard and fast, and she groans as he comes with her.

“Holy shit,” she says, collapsing back against him. “You’re so good at that.”

“Your body is magic, baby,” he whispers. He pulls out, and Mali runs away.

“We should have used a condom!” she says, and he laughs as she runs up the stairs. He pulls his trousers up and follows her up. The carpet is clean, but he carries tissue anyway. He washes himself off and changes into family-appropriate clothes, which, according to Mali, isn’t a white vest. Mali comes out of their bathroom in a sundress, and Zach moans at the way he’s horny already when he was literally just in her.

“Mal,” he groans. “Come on.”

She giggles. “Shh. We match.” She holds her orange dress out against his shorts, and he supposes they do match. He’s excitedfor her to get cold in about twelve minutes, because then she’ll put his jumper on, and he finds the dress-jumper combo sexy.

“Why are we so cute?” he asks, and she laughs, kissing him once. The doorbell rings moments later, and good, because his hand was already sliding up her thigh.

“If you wanna do the grill, you’re gonna have to fight Dad for it,” Mali says, and she runs back to garden. Their parents knock to let them know they’re there, then they go around the back. Sometimes they forget to knock, and Zach gets the fright of his life.

“He’s five foot five, Mal.”

Zach sighs, waiting to get off the bed until his dick has calmed down. Looking at the pile of letters on the cabinet, he wonders if Mali put them there on purpose.

Zach hasn’t spoken to his brother since he punched him in the face. He knows he’s alright, because he still lives with their mum. Zach wonders if that’s why his mum hasn’t moved in with him and Mali yet. He could ask her, but then he’ll have to figure out what he wants to do about Devon. He doesn’t want Devon to live with Mali or his mum. Does he want to see him at all?

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