Page 127 of Tricky Girls

I don’t know the rules now we’re back. That shed had been our own little world. Nothing had mattered, I hadn’t had to think too much about what I was doing. There was only room to feel, both of us trying to feel better about our situations. Her mum might have messaged, but mine hadn’t. Not even when I wished her merry Christmas. I only hope Callum hasn’t been fucking with her.

I listen to the owl hoot three more times before slipping out of bed. I hover on the carpet, nothing but inky blackness around me. Will Elly even want me? I know we had fun but is it really aI-must-sneak-into-your-bedroom-at-night-because-I-miss-youkind of thing?

Only one way to find out, I guess.

I pull the door open slowly, squeezing out when there’s a big enough gap. The door squeals and I squeeze shut my eyes until it stops.

I hear a creak, my gaze snapping to where Elly stands outside her own room. A grin forms at the sight of me, filling my body with relief.

‘Looking for me?’ she whispers, taking a step towards me.

I look up at her coyly. ‘Kinda cold in my bed.’

‘Well, I’m here now.’ She moves in, backing me to the wall and cradling my face. ‘Let me warm you up.’

I like that she doesn’t ask to kiss me anymore. That she’s confident I want her. A confident Elly is always a hot Elly.

She doesn’t kiss me for long this time, pulling back to look furtively up and down the landing. ‘Wanna come share my bed? Be like old times.’

I glance at Haz’s room. There’s no light under the door. She must already be asleep.

I have Elly point out which side is hers and get in the other. The bed smells like her, the comforting washing powder she uses. I rub my face against the pillow and sigh. ‘Bigger bed,’ I mumble.

‘Yep,’ Elly says, sliding over to me. ‘So much room to spread out. We don’t even have to touch.’

I snort as she winds her arms around me, pulling me as close as possible. ‘Who would want to do that?Gross.’

‘Super gross.’

She kisses me and it’s like we’re back in the shed. Somewhere safe. Somewhere just ours.

‘Did you tell Haz?’ she asks when she draws back.

‘No. Did you?’

‘Nope. Wanna keep you to myself for a little bit if that’s alright.’

‘That’s more than alright, Elly. I can’t be dealing with Haz right now.’

Elly grins. ‘She’d make our lives hell. You’d probably like it though.’

I frown through my smile. ‘Why would I like it?’

‘Well’—she teeters her head—‘just figured, with your newfound lesbianism, you know.’

‘No, I don’t know. Don’t have a flippin’ clue.’

‘That’s okay.’ She pecks my lips. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to stress you.’

‘I’m not stressed. I’m only stressed when I think about it.’

‘Then let’s have you not thinking.’

She rolls on top of me, bracketing my head with her forearms. I open my legs, letting her fall between them. It’s the most pleasure I allow myself when we do this. I like it when she rocks into me, making my clit sing.

She never lets it go too far. She understands my trepidation, even if I don’t. She satisfies herself by worshipping me above the waist, her fingers only toying with the band of my pyjamas. I even let her suck my tits once, showcasing exactly what that tongue can do.

The bed’s creakier here. With each rock of her hips, the mattress protests, banging a little against the wall she shares with Haz. It’s a dangerous game we play. I half expect Haz to barge in here any second.

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