Page 17 of Reviving Kendall

She laughs, “Well, I would have said yes, but you just added that sprout thing in there.” Her butt falls into a chair opposite us.

Teagan smiles and mumbles under his breath about sisters as he gets up, “Don’t go anywhere until I get back.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or her, but we just look at each other and I let out a small laugh when she giggles.

I watch him walk all the way into the house and when I turn back to her it’s to find her staring at me. Clearing my throat, I say, “I hope you don’t mind that we borrowed your stuff from the kitchen.”

She shakes her head, “Not at all.” Leaning forward she braces her forearms on her knees, “They like you, you know.”

I’m not even going to pretend to not know who this ‘they’ is she speaks of, but I can’t think of anything to say to it. I just keep my mouth shut.

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve seen Lucas laugh like he did with you yesterday. Fully letting go like that. Not to mention, Teagan has never once brought a girl home before,” she says.

“Never?” I ask curiously.

She sits back in her chair and shakes her head again, “Nope.”

In my state of shock, I stare at the fire and mull over her words. It’s only a few seconds before Teagan comes strolling back out with the metal sticks in his hand.

“Are you staying little sis?” he asks Ryleigh.

She stands up and brushes imaginary dust off her pants, “I don’t know why you do that. I’m not that much younger than you, but no thanks. Beauty sleep and all of that jazz. Bye Kendall. I’ll see you Friday.” She throws me a wink, “If not sooner.”

A thousand watt smile from Teagan makes me forget everything for a moment, “S’more?”

I take the gooey mess from him, “Thanks.” I’ve never had one before, but I’m not going to admit that to him. Taking my first bite is pure heaven on earth. I don’t even know if the fudge covered Oreo’s I left on the counter for Gramps could even compete. “This is fucking amazing,” I say around a mouthful. Not the most elegant thing I’ve ever done, but it can’t be helped.

Teagan looks at me incredulously, “Please tell me that you’ve had one before. Did I give you your first?”

My face flames as hot as the fire at his innuendo and he throws back his head and laughs. Oh really? As much as I hate the waste of a perfectly good roasted marshmallow, I dip my finger into the goo and wait until the right moment. His head turns at just the right angle and it catches the very tip of his nose. I couldn’t have planned that better if I truly tried.

His mouth hangs open in surprise still half smiling, “Is that so?”

Flashing out in a lightening move, his hand grabs ahold of my wrist of the hand that has the goo still on it. I try pulling it back, but it’s no use. My thought process is he’s going to use it to smudge it against my face, so I quit fighting. My heart thuds in my chest as he locks eyes with me and slowly lowers his head to take my finger into his mouth. I feel like such a moron for not seeing his intentions before-hand, but I can’t bring myself to complain at the situation I’ve found myself in. His tongue swirls around my finger and as odd as it sounds, it feels so good. My eyes close on their own accord as I savor the feelings that he is stirring inside of me.

A deep hum comes from him as he pops my finger out of his mouth, “That’s so much better than a s’more any day.”

I want to clear the rest of the distance between us and get my own taste. As if reading my mind, he leans into me and presses his lips against mine. When his tongue teases my lips, I open for him. Just when I think that nothing in the world could possibly taste better than the s’more, he proves me wrong. His hand comes up to cup my chin and it’s warm against the chill of my skin. All too soon, he is pulling away and kissing the tip of my nose. He leans in again and I get my hopes up for another kiss. Instead, he rubs his nose against my face and spreads the goo across my cheek.

“Never play with the master,” he says retreating back into his seat laughing.

Wiping the marshmallow off my cheek, I can’t help smiling with him. It’s contagious.

He moves his chair as close as he can without sitting in my lap and takes ahold of my hand, “I’m sorry if you didn’t want us to know about what you told Lucas. It was an invasion of your privacy and we shouldn’t have pressured him so hard to tell us.”

I sigh, “I’m actually kind of glad that he did. It seems like I might be hanging around for a little while and I’d rather not go through it three more times.”

He nods, “I get it. I’m here if you ever do want to though.”

“Thanks,” I say relaxing in my chair.

Squeezing my hand and playing with my fingers, he asks, “Can I just ask one question?”

“You gave me all access so it’s only fair right?” I reply.

He hesitates, “I just don’t want you to feel obligated to sate my curiosity. I’ve just been kind of wondering and Lucas wouldn’t tell us.”

“What is it?” I ask.

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