Page 74 of Wild Like Us
I’ve told Sulli about the snow, my dreams—she even knows about the steel room. Only last time I dreamt that one, I wasn’t trapped with Sulli. I was trapped withBanks.And she was the one to unlock the door.
Before I psychoanalyze myself, I check my phone. Texts are already sky-high. Mostly business-related. I’ll answer them later. It’s still dark outside. Almost sunrise.
Banks is sound asleep beside Sulli, and I’m glad he’s getting rest. Honestly, I hope his dreams aren’t as mind-fucked as mine.
Sulli watches as I rise to my feet.
I jab my thumb to the door, and she nods into a smile. No words needed. Just like that, she knows.
Soundlessly, we throw on clothes. I peek over at her while she shimmies running shorts up her toned hips. She’s watching me as I pull a tee over my head.
She’s twenty-one.
All grown up.
I’ve never slept with a friend. Never slept with a client, that’s for damn sure.
Messy. So messy—but I’m tired of taking wrong turns when it feels like the right one is right in front of me.
I can’t lose her.
Can’t imagine life without her.
I wonder what it’s like to touch her, to kiss her.
The things I want, I go for. And now that I’m wondering about it, I want it.
Sulli digs around in her backpack, and I go to mine. Unzipping the side, I grab a small notepad and pen from the bottom. Scribbling a quick note.
Sulli abandons her backpack. Sidling next to me, she cranes her neck over my shoulder and reads the note.
I wrote:Morning run with Sulli. Be back soon. – 9
She motions for me to hand her the pen, and I give it to her. Below my words she draws three little waves.
With a smile, I whisper, “Who said this was a group note?”
“Hardy-har-har.” She leans down for another doodle.
I steal my pen back.
She pushes me lightly in the arm, smiling. Her smile expands my lungs. Lifts my chest. Makes me feel really good. I love when I’m in her good graces. Love when our playful dynamic is back in action. Hate when it’s all burned to shit in the land of awkward friendship.
Then don’t be friends, Nine.
The thought nearly steals my breath. I keep moving. Tip-toeing to the sleeping mats, I leave the note near Banks. Close to his hand.
He’ll notice it.
More silently, Sulli and I make our way outside. To the dewy, dark morning. We go behind the motel and into the wooded thicket. I see what she removed from her backpack. She tips a small travel-sized bottle of mouthwash to her lips and then swishes. It’s casual, butfuckit’s sexy.
I’ve seen her do that a thousand times before.
And each time rushes back to me in a heat wave.
Sulli hands me the bottle, and I take a swig. I watch as she spits on the ground.Would she spit out my cum or swallow it?
I think she’d try both.
