Page 77 of The First Play

Something sharp hits my window, and I jerk toward the sound.

Walking over, I pull back the curtain and spot Sienna’s face, rain running down her skin like tears.

“Sen?” I hurry to push up the frame. “What are you doing here?”

She sniffs, slashing rain off her cheeks and giving me a tumultuous smile. “Noah told me you’d be here tonight.”

“Yeah.” I swallow, drinking her in. Her shirt is saturated, sticking to her skin and showing me everything.

I miss that body.

I miss her touch.

I ache.

I pine.

“I know you’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m not here to try and persuade you or win you back or anything. I just…” Her chin bunches. “I just miss… I miss…”

Before she can say anything else, I reach out through the window, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her inside.

CHAPTER 32

SIENNA

I cling to his shoulders, no doubt saturating him.

I didn’t mean to run through the rain to reach him. But I’d been on a group call with Emily, Olivia, and Georgie… and Zander’s name had come up. They didn’t mean to start talking about him, but when I heard it was his final night and he’d be at his dad’s house, I felt this overwhelming compulsion that I couldn’t fight.

So I snuck out my back door and ran through the rain.

Because I needed to see him one more time.

Zander lets me go, holding me by the shoulders and stepping back from me. He looks worried, his beautiful face puckering into a gentle frown.

“What’s the matter?” he whispers, his eyes darting to his bedroom door before landing back on me.

“I’m sorry,” I mouth, then find my voice. “I’m sorry. I know I should go, but… my heart hurts so bad.” I whimper, then let out this little hiccup before pushing through the rest. “I just needed to see you one more time before you left. I just want to feel your arms around me again.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Pulling me against him, he envelops me in a hug. Our bodies press together, and I sink into his embrace, loving him with every fiber of my being.

His breath fans against my ear as he leans his cheek against mine, then starts kissing me. Running little nibbles from my earlobe to my lips, he brings me home with his luscious tongue. I deepen the kiss, a swift urgency running through me as I can sense the clock ticking away in the back of my mind.

He’s leaving soon.

Make the most of this, because it might never happen again.

We start to undress each other in a frenzy. My wet clothes slap onto his floor while we stumble, jerking our layers off and kissing with a frantic passion.

I can sense his need. It’s as strong and deep as mine, and I go with it, flopping back onto his bed and pulling him on top of me.

My body is aching for him, my insides wet and pleading as I drop my legs open. He kisses me deeply, cupping the back of my head and plunging into me with one swift move. My cry is caught by his tongue. He swallows my moans of pleasure, drinking my sounds away as he thrusts into me again and again. I raise my hips to meet his and we move together, clinging and connecting with this feral urgency that I can’t stop.

I need this.

He needs this too. I can feel it.

We’ve been starved of each other this week, and we’re making up for lost time.

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