Page 95 of Give My Everything
“Alright, so I got Oreos and vanilla ice cream and chocolate chip cookie dough so we can make pazookies. Plus a frozen pizza we can shove in the oven if we want,andI grabbed a few movies from the RedBox at the grocery store.”
Her voice echoes through the house, filling it with something I didn’t realize was missing.
Life.
When I come around the corner and find her standing in my kitchen, her feet bare and her hair damp, loaded up with bags she’s trying to extricate her arms from and place on my counter, I actually feel my heart start beating in a different way.
“What’s a pazookie?” I ask.
She turns to look at me with shock. “Are youserious?” she asks. “Have you never been to BJ’s?”
I laugh. “I’vereceivedBJs, but I can’t say I’ve ever been to one before. What is it?”
She fake gags. “Gross. Keep your blowie stories to yourself. I’m talking about the restaurant. They have them all over and they make these massive warm cookies and put ice cream on top.”
Remmy hums happily and claps her hands together, looking off into the distance like she’s remembering a long-lost love.
“They’re the most delicious thing in the world, so get ready to have your socks knocked off.”
I find myself walking forward, toward Remmy, where she bops around my kitchen trying to find the things she needs to make her pazookies.
Once I’m standing right next to her, she stops.
“Oh.” She laughs. “Sorry, didn’t realize you were right there.”
She grins and my eyes zero in on her lips, on her mouth, on the happiness I didn’t knowshewas capable of expressing any more than I was.
“Remember how I said we should just be friends and not do any physical stuff?” I say.
She laughs, but it cuts off when my hand comes up to her face, pushing some of her hair behind her shoulder.
Remmy nods. “I wasn’t sure if you still felt that way after…the art gallery.”
I shake my head. “I want to take it back.”
She sighs. “That sounds awesome.”
And then we launch at each other.
Our mouths open and our tongues tangle, my hands taking her face and stroking along the smooth skin.
I kiss her mouth and then her cheek and then down her neck, my lips feeling her pulse beating rapidly through her skin and the vibrations of her moan as I begin to suck on her pulse point.
“Ben,” she whispers.
I groan, not wanting to stop and hoping her use of my name is in pleasure and not to get my attention.
“Ben, wait.”
Pulling back, I look at her face, seeing the flush of her skin and wondering how far down it goes, remembering that the skin she hides away under her clothing is a slightly lighter color than the tan skin of her arms and legs.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t…” She pauses, and for a second, I worry I’ve done something wrong. “Just…don’t come inside me, okay?”
My shoulders sag. “No problem.”
The relief is obvious in her face, and then she presses her lips back to mine, her hands beginning to roam along my body.
