Page 115 of Spark

Welp, this is it. The point of no return. “It’s all true,” I confess. “Every word.”

The admission hits Ruby like a ton of bricks. Indeed, she clutches her heart and grunts like I’ve shot her with an arrow. The only question is whether it’s hitting her hard in a good way or a run-for-the-hills way.

Ruby takes a step forward. And then, another one. “How long before you wrote ‘Spark’ about me did you start feeling that way, Kendrick?”

As she stops in front of me, mere inches away, I pause an inordinately long amount of time. I feel like I’m teetering on the bitter edge of a chasm—one that can’t be scaled again, once I take this leap. But what choice do I have? The truth is the truth. I love her. Madly. Deeply. Eternally. And I always have. Either Ruby feels the same way about me by now, or she doesn’t. I guess I’m about to find out.

I exhale in resignation. “The second you sat next to me in chemistry class.”

Ruby’s lips part as her eyes widen.

“That was when I felt the initial spark, anyway,” I clarify. “After that, it quickly grew into a raging, obsessive forest fire. That’s why I invited you to audition for the band without knowing if you could play ‘Chopsticks.’ Because I wanted to spend time with you, outside of school, so I could try to make you feel the same forest fire as me. Or at least, the same spark.”

“Oh, Kendrick.” With a loud exhale, Ruby throws the journal onto the couch and hurls herself at me, at which pointI kiss her furiously, passionately,desperately, until both of us are gasping for air and murmuring all kinds of excited words into each other’s lips.

Still kissing her, I stagger my way into the bedroom. And when I miraculously reach my bed without tripping, knocking over a lamp, or banging into a wall, I lay Ruby down, rip off her clothes and mine like they’re on fire, and then race over to my nightstand to get myself covered up with record speed.

“It’s okay,” Ruby gasps out, stopping me midway through my task. “I’m on the pill. You don’t need one, if you’re okay with that.”

She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

I crawl onto the bed, my hard cock leading the way, and Ruby cups my cheeks in her palms when I reach her, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

“I love your words,” she whispers into my lips. “They’re the hottest thing I’ve ever read.”

I slide my fingers into her hair as I kiss her. I’ve fantasized about this moment for as long as I can remember. And yet, somehow, it’s even better than any fantasy.

I spread her legs and eat her pussy like a starving man. And soon, she’s writhing and purring with an orgasm that sends pre-cum dripping down my cock like a river.

Panting, I crawl up the length of Ruby’s body, desperate to feel myself inside her without anything between our bodies for the first time. With my hand on her cheek, and my lips on hers, I sink myself slowly inside her, as deep as I can go, prompting both of us to moan and shudder at the delicious sensation.

“You’d burn down the world for me?” Ruby grits out as I thrust energetically, in and out.

“I’d burn down every world for you, in every galaxy, in every lifetime.”

Ruby moans as my gyrations pick up speed and intensity.My heart feels like it’s pounding at full capacity for the first time in my life, my nerve endings like they’re teeming with electrical impulses foreign to me before now. I feel alive. Like my soul is a jigsaw puzzle and it’s found its final, remaining piece. I feel complete.

“Call me baby,” Ruby purrs, sinking her fingernails into my arm.

“Baby,” I gasp out, before leaning down to kiss her deeply. I’m dying to say, “I love you, baby.” But just in case it’s too soon to say that, I kiss every inch of her face and neck, while thrusting with everything I’ve got, letting my body tell her what I’m not brave enough to put into words. “I’m on fire for you,” I choke out. “I’d burn the world down for you. I’d do anything for you, baby. Anything at all.”

With a keening moan, Ruby arches her back and comes underneath me, and I release inside her with my fingers lodged in her hair.

I love you, Ruby Connolly.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

After a moment, my body calms down, and I slide off her and kiss her cheek.

I hand her a tissue box, and as she cleans herself up, I lie on my side next to her, smiling broadly. “I was terrified you’d read those words and reject me.”

Ruby laughs. “So, you let me believe they were for a song called ‘Spank,’ instead?”

I laugh. “You’re the one who said it was called ‘Spank.’ Not me. I just didn’t correct you.”

“That’s not true. You added fuel to that flame. Repeatedly.”

I shrug. “The idea clearly turned you on, so I gave it a little fuel and let you run with it.” I shake my head. “Much to my ever-increasing anxiety.”

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