Page 34 of Tricky Girls

Haz

‘I made first team!’

Pushing off the wall of Portia House, I allow a smile to spread over my lips as Tilda bounces towards me, arms wide for a hug.

She hops into my arms, surprising the breath from me.

Only for a second.

Then I’m squeezing her hard, eyes drifting closed, making the most of this little gift.

My clit does that twitching thing, and I grunt as I set her back on her feet.

‘Also—’ She reaches out and hits me like she had in her bedroom. ‘Your dick housemate was there, making my life hell. Fucking tripped me up!’ Holding up a wrist, she twists it gingerly. ‘My stick hit it weird. Hurts like hell.’

I take her wrist into my grasp, rubbing my thumb over it. ‘This is turning into a habit.’

‘So’s Nic being an asshole,’ she counters. ‘Like, what’s her actual problem? I’ve never even spoke to her before!’

I frown because I honest to God don’t know. She can make a problem, a vendetta, out of everything. Maybe Tilda reminds her of an ex-girlfriend she hates, or maybe she just doesn’t like the way she styles her hair. Who fucking knows. Might become a problem though. I’m getting attached to this pretty thing.

‘She really hurt you?’

Tilda scoffs.‘Yeah.Un-fucking-called for.’

Humming, I take her wrist and raise it to my mouth. Her eyebrows lift as I kiss it, allowing my lips to part slightly, letting her feel my breath and the barest tip of my tongue.

‘Careful,’ she breathes.

‘Careful of what?’

‘My wrists. It’s kind of a thing.’

I smile around her skin, delighted with this nugget of info. ‘Really? Sensitive spot, huh?’

She hums, high and squeaky, and pulls her wrist away.

‘Oh, I am so going to remember that.’

‘Of course you are. Also, I got us some stuff.’ Swinging her bag off her back, she pulls out a bottle of Cherry Sourz. ‘We can share it on the way. Since I’m celebrating and all.’

‘Didn’t make the team last year?’

She shakes her head, twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a sip. Cherries. I’m going to forever associate that smell with her.

‘Injury. Probably could have made third team or something, but fuck that. First or nothing.’

I smile, impressed. My girl has teeth. ‘You’re that good then?’

‘Hockey’s my thing. Always has been. It makes me…aggressive. Sports have always done that.’

‘That’s hot. I’ll have to come watch you at Varsity. Do you know how Nic did?’

‘Yeah, you will.’ She passes me the bottle. ‘And no. You knew she was going to be there, didn’t you?’

‘Yup.’

She shoves me gently. ‘Dick.’

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