Page 159 of Girls Will Be Girls
I whip back, my laugh abruptly dying. “What?!” I shake my head still in his hands. “Why?”
“Because of what I said.” He points behind him before his hand comes straight back to me. “I fucked up so bad. I thought you were angry.”
I shake my head again. “You didn’t do anything,” I say. “If anything, I’m mad at myself. And Otto a little.”
“Fair.” He laughs. “So you’re okay? Everything’s okay?”
“Everything’s okay.” I smile.
He exhales. “Oh, thank fuck.”
He grins as his lips come crashing into mine, teeth clanking as we laugh. It’s a wet, messy kiss.
It’s imperfectly perfect.
It’s everything I want.
It’s him.
“You wanna tell me about it?” He asks, stroking my cheek.
“Later.” I smile. “Areyouokay?” I ask, stroking his cheek back.
“Yeah.” He smiles. “I think I’m gonna quit my job.”
“What?” I laugh, completely confused.
“Yeah.” He smiles wider. “I hate it. I’m gonna quit.”
“Okay.” I smile with him.
He turns to me seriously. “Is that okay?”
I laugh. “Of course that’s okay.”
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do instead.” He says.
“That’s cool,” I say. “I’ll be your sugar mama while you figure it out.”
His laugh echoes around us before he kisses me again.
He nudges his nose against mine. “You wanna get out of here?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He looks at me as if he didn’t expect me to say that.
“I wanna go drink all this free booze your parents are paying for.”
He laughs again. “It would be a shame for it to go to waste.” He lifts me off the ground with him, taking my hand in his. “Come on. Let’s bankrupt my parents.”
I fall into another fit of giggles as he pulls me with him back into the restaurant. We’re ripped out of our bubble instantly by Lou’s mom, who rushes up to us as soon as we enter.
“Where have you been?” She says in a harsh whisper. She looks between us, and her eyes must catch on my disheveled appearance as she spends a moment too long looking me up and down. “Lou, you need to make a speech.”
“A speech?” He says, a hint of laughter still caught in his voice.
“Yes.” She whispers louder. “You’re the host.”
