Page 73 of Unspoken Words
My fingers clenched.
“Connor.”
“Yeah? What?” I tried desperately to hold onto to that vision of Ellie but I couldn’t, and my eyes snapped to meet Lilah’s.
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
Releasing her leg, I rubbed the palms of my hands over my eyes. “Yeah, I think so.”
The crunch of her seat sounded, and I felt her hand on my shoulder and the weight of her body climb onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine. “What are you do—”
“Shh,” she whispered.
Full, perky tits brushed my face, and once again memories of Ellie sitting on top of me and removing her bra were all I could see.
“Lilah, get off. We can’t. I can’t.”
“Yes, we can.”
“No.” I gripped her hips and tried to lift her. “I’m with Ellie.”
She grabbed my ponytail and pulled my hair taut, tilting my head, her eyes dark, dangerous, and swirling with lust. “You sure about that?”
My mouth opened to say yes, but the word wouldn’t come out. It was unspoken. And after what had transpired throughout the evening, I honestly wasn’t sure if Ellie and I were together or not.
“Well?” Her hands trailed down my jaw and began opening the buttons of my shirt, her cold fingertips riding the bumps of my abdomen.
“I … I don’t know.”
“Youshouldknow if you’re together, Connor. That fact that you don’t, says a whole lot.” One of her hands cupped my dick and squeezed gently while the other fumbled with my belt buckle.
I closed my eyes and willed the visions of Ellie back to me, willed for her hand to be touching the parts of me only she’d touched. “Lilah, stop.” My voice was strained. “We shouldn’t.”
“We should.”
Soft lips grazed mine, and her hand slid beneath my waistband.
“Ellie,” I moaned. “I love Ellie. I always have and I always will.”
“I know,” she murmured. “It’s okay. I’ll be your Ellie tonight.”
Red curls, green eyes, and the sexiest smile was all I could see, so I just switched off and forgot it all: the past five months, the past five hours … the next five minutes.
Chapter Nineteen
Ellie
“Formals are shit, Elliephant. I’msurprised more people don’t get drunk.”
“What?” I stared wide-eyed at the back of my brother’s head, watching as he filled his face with popcorn while shouting at the TV for some football player to ‘kick it long’. “You’re not helping, Chris.”
I placed my book down on the couch beside me. There was no point in trying to read. Between Chris shouting every two seconds and my mind constantly reverting to Connor and the night before, the words just weren’t sinking in.
“What do you want me to say? Connor got a little drunk after completing his final year of school. So what? He’s not the first person to do it and he won’t be the last either. Cut the guy some slack.”
I blinked. “He could’ve been expelled from school if Dad caught him.”
“But Dad didn’t catch him.”
