Page 149 of Tricky Girls

‘Alright.’ Haz gets back behind the camera. ‘One more shot. I want you facing away towards the ocean. Maybe by that tree over there? You’ll just be a silhouette. People won’t notice you at first. Be spooky as fuck when they do.’

I graze my fingers over the rough bark, the frothing ocean just visible through the pine trees. It’s a moody, wild day, the sky slate grey and beginning to hurl fine rain. Perfect for filming a horror flick.

I feel alone all the way over here. I can’t hear Haz, can’t hear any signs of life at all despite it being a bustling university day. I’ve been playing at this witch for too long. She’s got into my head, making me morose and contemplative every time I don this dress.

This could be where she jumped from, searching the waves for a glimpse of her lover, only to see his face still up on the cliff, white with anguish as he watches her fall.

Pussy for not jumping in after her, to be honest.

I would have.

I close my eyes, a certain stillness settling over my body as my shivering suddenly ceases. I’d have jumped before she’d even hit the water, shielding her against the icy waves even as they devoured us. Together at last, entwined for eternity in a tomb of our making. No one to come between us again.

Something I should have done ten years ago. Elly thoroughly unpicked that wound the night we played that game, and I can’t stop thinking about her since. Doesn’t matter that we were kids. We knew we belonged together, that parting us would disrupt something integral to the workings of the universe. Took pre-emptive measures to ensure that wouldn’t happen.

It happened anyway.

I stopped believing in magic after that. We were fools. We were kids. This pain should have long since fled.

‘Yo, witchy, wanna step away from that cliff there?’

I blink back to myself, returning to where Haz is packing up the equipment.

She nods to the crypt. ‘Wanna get cosy with old wolf boy?’

Pulling on my coat, I hunker down in the locked doorway, waiting with anticipation for Haz to join me. It’s a tight squeeze and I know she’ll do her best to make it tighter.

Her thigh is warm where it presses against mine. She takes off her coat, laying it over both of our laps.

‘You’re gonna freeze,’ I admonish.

‘Better you than me.’

She unearths a thermos from her bag. There are goosebumps on her arms but I can’t see any hair. I swear she shaves them, the olive skin looking as smooth and as unblemished as a baby’s.

She grins at me, twisting the top off the thermos. ‘Besides, you can always warm me up.’

I let out a breath, averting my eyes from her salacious expression. I wish I could go back to how it was sometimes. When she could make these jokes and nothing would stick. I’d roll my eyes, give her a shove and that would be that. Now there’s a heaviness in my chest, a warmth in my cheeks. A stirring in my pussy that is as fearful for her touch as it is aching for it.

Damn Elly. It’s all her fault. She’s awakened something in me, this heightened awareness that makes it difficult to be around them on occasion. Elly’s incredible in bed, dominant and gentle and attentive. Perfect. But sometimes I’m lying with her, listening to Haz in the room next door and wondering what it would be like to fuck her instead. For her to fuck me.

It feels forbidden, the thoughts thrilling. Which is silly when Haz has all but thrown herself at me these last few months. And it’s not like Elly has any particular claim on me just because we’re sleeping together. They’re both as special to me. They both elicit these same feelings.

The thought of touching Elly might be scary, but the thought of touching Haz isterrifying.

So I make do with these tiny moments, locking up my enjoyment tight. I can’t let her know how much I anticipate her touch, as innocent as it might be. How I think about how hard she might fuck me whilst I’m lying in the arms of her best friend.

I blow out a slow breath to recentre myself. ‘Is he actually buried here then?’

‘Yep,’ Haz says. ‘Way down though. Like, there’s a whole cave system full of bones down there.’

I squint at her dubiously. ‘Really?’

‘For real. Been down there, haven’t I?’

‘But it’s locked.’

‘So, there are these things called keys.’

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