Page 60 of The One I Hate
She nods. “I did.”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because I’m about to.”
And I do. I lean in and take her lips in mine, and it’s even better than it was just a moment ago. She opens her mouth for me, and I take advantage, letting my tongue enter and exploreher mouth. Her hands become a little more sure of themselves, traveling up and down my back as I hold her close to me.
Fuck…we’re both completely dressed and my body is already on fire for hers. Her curves are soft in my hands and against me. I let my lips travel a little, kissing down the column of her neck, and with every new piece of skin I touch, she somehow gets sweeter.
Exactly how I always thought my Bug would taste.
Just as I’m about to head back to her lips, the telltale sound of a college student’s worst nightmare comes blaring up to my house.
Campus police.
“Shit,” I groan, pulling away as I watch the red and blue lights swirling as they drive up to the house.
“Oh God,” she says, trying to move herself from my lap. I don’t move. No, I just pull her in tighter. “Simon, you have to go deal with that. There are cops at your house.”
“I know,” I say, kissing her forehead. “And yes, I have to deal with this. My name is the first on the lease, and my dad technically owns the house.”
“Simon! Get down there.”
“Not yet,” I say. “Because I need to know this isn’t it. I don’t know how long this is going to take, and I don’t want you anywhere near this because who knows why they are here, but I need to see you again before I leave for the summer. No way in hell I’m not going to kiss you again.”
A blush comes over her cheeks that is the cutest, and sexiest, thing I’ve ever seen.
“Okay,” she says.
“Promise. I’ll call you tomorrow. I want to see you before I go. I need to see you.”
She smiles. “I promise.”
I sit back and take a sip of my beer. “And that’s the whole story.”
“That was beautiful,” Oliver says, and while most might think he’s dabbing his eyes to be dramatic, he’s not. He’s in actual tears.
“You promise?” Wes asks, ignoring Oliver. “Nothing else happened?”
“Well….”
“Simon,” Shane snarls. “What did you do?”
“Nothing then,” I begin. “She never returned a message or call. She never came back to campus. I didn’t see her again until Jake and Whitley’s wedding.”
“But?”
I look over to Wes and shrug, because either I lie to them or I rip the bandage off and tell them everything.
Fuck it. Let’s go.
“Maybe…kind of, sort of…after I went with Shane to the taste testing, I stayed in Nashville, got super drunk, called her, somehow it got through even though I thought I was blocked because I had been for years, and she might have come to my hotel to yell at me but instead we had sex.”
“Simon!” Wes yells. “And here I was ready to praise you for not doing anything stupid.”
“It wasn’t stupid. It was fucking amazing.”
