Page 38 of Wild Like Us
My dick. Exitingherpussy.
I blink and blink to get that shit out of my head. Strolling up to the window, I rap my fist on the glass.
Sulli rolls it down, and I rest my arm on the sill, eyeing the bag of snacks she just bought. All sweets. Her dietary habits lie solely at the top of the food pyramid. With her hand halfway in the gummy bag, she says, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I smile, trying to ease back in her good graces.
She bites a gummy. “What do you want, Kits?”
“Just to talk, sayhey.”
I can’t help but see a faint look of disappointment cross her face. Like I’m not giving her enough, but I can’t be…we can’t be…
A breath catches in my lungs, and I exhale and nod to the gummy worm she’s eating. “What flavor is that?”
“Cherry.”
I picture her on a bed. For a split-second. I picture Sulli on a fuckingbed.Legs spread.Her cherry—it’s just my brain. Means nothing.
“Taste good?” I wonder.
She shrugs. “The green ones are better.” She tears one with her teeth. Sulli is tender-hearted, but with a single, serrated slice, she will cut out anyone from her life that hurts her. She cut out her ex-boyfriend without second thought.
She cut out Beckett, her best friend.
But she hasn’t cut me yet.
“Green ones taste like lime?” I wonder.
“Yep.”
I lean more into the window. Teasingly, I smile, “Where’s my gummy worm?”
She rips off another piece with her teeth. “Between your legs.”
Banks laughs hard, climbing in the driver’s seat.
I shoot him a middle finger.
Sulli twirls the gummy. “Only totally hotbabesknow what that worm tastes like.”
“Where’s the lie?” I tease, then I slyly and quickly reach for the gummy worms through the window, stealing the bag.
Sulli smiles, “Kits!” She tears the bag out of my grip. Gummy worms go flying, but I grab a few out of the air.
“Thanks for these.” I slide into the passenger’s seat.
“Asshole!” she shouts, kicking the back of my seat.
I turn around, staring at her while I eat a green gummy worm. “Mmmhh.”
She tries hard not to smile. “Fuck you.”
I mime grabbing thefuck youout of the air and swallowing it.
Her humor fades pretty fast. Too fast, and I watch as she concentrates on the scenery out the window over our interaction.
Well, that lasted point-five seconds.
