I swallowed hard.
“And I want to feel you come against my fingers while you scream my name.”
All I could feel was the ache between my thighs. “But I don’t know your name.”
“I’m your kiss thief. Just tell me yes.”
“Tell you yes for what?”
“I want to steal third base at homecoming before I lose my mind.”
I stared at his words. He wanted to touch me? At homecoming? My heart started racing. It had felt so good when Jacob pressed his lips against my leggings. I’d wanted more. So much more. My phone buzzed again.
“But you have to tell me yes.”
The elevator doors dinged behind me.Shit.I quickly exed out of the text thread as Sophie walked out of the elevator.
She was a little wobbly on her feet. “Scar! You missed out on an amazing party!” She threw her arms around me.
“You’re drunk.” I caught her weight and laughed.
“You’re drunk.”
“Definitely not.” I unlocked the door and helped her inside.
“I came up with an amazing plan,” she said as we walked through the hallway.
“Does your plan involve lying to me and pretending you told Jacob I wanted to blow him?”
She giggled. “No. Wait.” And then she giggled some more. “Yes. I did do that. Wait! Did it work?!”
“Yes.”
She suddenly seemed much more sober. “Tell me everything!”
“You are such a jerk.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
I shook my head.
“Come on, I knew you weren’t going to ask him yourself unless I gave you a push. Tell me everything. I’ve always wanted to knowwhat our male besties were packing. How big are we talking here for Jacob?”
“Huge.”
“I love that for you.”
I laughed. “And I was great at it. He said I was amazing. That’s a direct quote.”
She high-fived me. “Took it like a champ. So you didn’t do anything weird?”
“Nope.”
“Why did your voice get weirdly high-pitched there?”
“Did it?” I knew my voice kept going up octaves.
“Scarlett, what did you do to Jacob’s cock?”