Page 57 of Fight Or Flight

How can I possibly regret something that feels so right? Since Eric kissed me I haven’t thought of all the things that could possibly go wrong between us and I think that’s because deep inside I know no matter what happens from now on the only regret to have is the one we’ll feel if we don’t explore whatever this is that’s happening between us and if I lose my virginity tonight…well, I know I won’t regret that either. I don’t have the words to describe what I’m feeling, all I know is that when I’m with Eric, I feel whole.

Bending my head, I press my lips to his jaw and trail kisses upward to his ear. “Kiss me, Eric.”

Kiss me and don’t stop until you leave me for bootcamp.

Another groan rips from the back of his throat as he leans away from me. Taking my face in his hands, he smashes his mouth against mine and kisses me with everything he’s got. His tongue teases my lips, parting them as he delves deeper. My fingers curl around the ends of his hair and I inch even closer to him.

I’ve been kissed before, several times in fact, but I’ve never felt forever in a kiss. A ridiculous notion considering everything in my life has an expiration date.

His hands slide from my boobs down to my thighs. He squeezes them and lifts his hips, making me feel how much he wants me too, and then something vibrates in his pants. I might not have a lot of experience with sex and all, but I know for certain his pants aren’t supposed to vibrate when he’s turned on. Tearing my mouth from his, I lift off his lap and stare at the bulge in his pants and he barks out a laugh.

A breathless laugh that makes those butterflies flutter in my belly again.

“It’s my phone,” he explains, lifting his hips to retrieve it from his pocket. “I put it on silent when my dad started blowing it up. Shit,” he hisses, meeting my gaze. “We were supposed to be home an hour ago.”

I totally forgot about our curfew. To be fair, I haven’t had one. I guess that’s what happens when you spend so much time caring for your only living parent, there is no worry about obeying a curfew when you have a nonexistent social life.

Pulling my shirt up, I cover myself and roll off him so we are sitting side by side. He looks at me and shakes his head.

“I’m so fucked.”

“Why?”

If anything, I’m probably in just as much trouble as him, if not more. I’m the one who was supposed to be responsible and drive us to and from the party.

Shit.

“Because he’s going to look at you, see your hair all messed and your lips—fuck, your lips are perfect,” he says, reaching out to touch them. “Perfect and swollen as shit. He’s going to fucking kill me.”

Sure he’s exaggerating, I lean over the driver’s seat and pull down the visor. The mirror lights up and as soon as I get a peek at myself, my eyes bulge. I’m a mess, my hair resembles a rat’s nest and I look like I’ve had collagen injected into my lips.

“Oh my God,” I shriek.

“Yeah, now you’re getting it.”

“How the hell am I going to look your dad in the eye and what if your mom is waiting up for us? One glance at me and they’re going to think…well, you know.”

“Don’t kid yourself, he’s totally expecting this.”

My gaze snaps to him. At this rate, my eyes are going to fall out of their sockets.

“What?”

He reaches for his leather jacket—the first thing we removed from my body when we climbed into the back seat—and fishes out a strip of condoms, holding them in the air like a prize.

“Courtesy of the Tiger.”

“Your father gave you condoms?”

“No glove, no love,” Eric replies, shoving them back inside his pocket. “Apparently, after seeing you sneak upstairs from my room this morning, he thought I might get the urge to throw you up against the wall and impregnate you.”

Oh. My. God. How am I supposed to walk into that house? It doesn’t matter that we didn’t actually have sex, Riggs is going to assume we did—unless he doesn’t see me. Fat chance at that, though. I could climb through the window, but he’ll probably be sitting there with a bowl of popcorn waiting for me because the guy has cameras all over the place.

This is bad.

Oh, this is so friggin bad.

“You’re cute when you freak out,” Eric comments, drawing my attention back to him. He winks at me before diverting his eyes back to his phone. His thumbs work quickly against the screen.

---