Page 138 of Green Flag
I followed her like the puppy dog I was.
We started with some shots of me on the bike, Everly leaning over, showing her cleavage and grinning. She was sex. Wasn’t sex appeal. She was pure, unadulterated sex.
And I got to call her mine. Only in public, but it was enough for me for now.
“Everly, if you want to get onto the bike too,” the photographer said, snapping the camera.
She lifted her leg to get behind me, but he shook his head. “Nah, like on his lap.”
Fuck.
She looked at it doubtfully.
I wobbled from side to side, the bike remaining rigid beneath me. “It’s stable. It can take the two of us. It can take some action.”
She gave it a little shove, me still on it, and nodded before climbing on board.
“Okay, and go for a kiss now,” he said.
She looked up at me and her deep, hazel eyes had me some sort of way, like after the fight.
I leaned down and her lips pressed to mine, the slightest touch, hardly a breath.
“Press further into each other,” he said.
“Guess you wish you could press furtherin,” she whispered against my mouth.
I grabbed around her ribs and shuffled her closer. “Always. That’s the problem.”
“Because I wouldn’t let you?”
“Because I told you.”
She frowned and placed an arm on my shoulder. “What?”
“Everly, are you okay to take the jacket off?”
She stilled and her eyes widened, looking at mine, as if asking for help.
“My skin,” she whispered.
“Is part of you,” I reminded her. “And every part of you is beautiful.”
She breathed in deeply.
“Everly?” the photographer called.
Our eyes remained locked.
“But you don’t have to do a thing you don’t want to. Keep the jacket on or take it off.”
Not looking away, she slid her arms out from the jacket, shook off her jitters and wrapped her arms around my neck again. “What did you mean?” she asked. “The problem?”
Each word was firm like she was concentrating on every sound.
“That night I told you I wanted to fuck you and I didn’t want you to change your mind… I didn’t want to persuade you to do something I knew you didn’t want to. I couldn’t help myself.”
She pressed further again and bit my lip, pulling it taught as her hands travelled up my bare chest.
