Page 84 of Sugar Rush
“Nothing,” he said. “You just… You’re just really fucking pretty. You drive me crazy.”
His compliment had butterflies doing barrel rolls in my stomach, but I kept my voice light and easy. “Is this turning you on or something?” I asked, gesturing to the little white circle I’d applied on myself as he’d watched.
He grinned a little, impossibly handsome in my eyes. “Maybe.”
“You’re such a perv,” I joked, trying to give him comically over the top bedroom eyes, putting a sexy little rasp in my voice. “My immune system produces antibodies that totally fuck my pancreas so it can’t produce enough insulin for me. You like that, Daddy?”
“Stop, you’re going to make me hard,” he responded flatly, but he was still grinning, his eyes dancing with affection for me and my dumb antics. We were so stupid sometimes.
“Gee, I don’t know what we’d do if you got hard,” I said, waving the top of my phone over the sensor until it made a little beep and started the 60 minute timer. Stuffing it in my pocket, I rose up from my seat and crawled into his lap, hooking my arms around his neck and snuggling into his chest.
“I missed you,” I murmured, raising up my face so he could kiss me. “I want to sleep next to you again.”
“Eventually,” he promised me softly. “I miss it, too.”
Sighing, I rested my head on his shoulder, basking in the glow of the little bubble we existed in lately. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said. “Is that… the jacket from the trip?” He must have suddenly noticed it laying on the table.
Groaning lightly, I nodded against his shoulder, trying not to laugh at his wary tone. “Mom found it in my room and washed it.”
“You hadn’t washed it yet?” He asked, sounding slightly repulsed. “Jordy, that’s disgusting.”
“Don’t be mean to me,” I whined. “I wasn’t ready.”
“What the hell were you saving it for?”
“I wasn’tsavingit,” I denied. “I just… I don’t know. I hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”
I squealed as he suddenly rose from the chair, tightening my grip around his neck as he brought me up with him.
“Let’s fuck on some other article of clothing to make up for it,” He said, and I laughed as he easily made his way up the stairs, my weight seeming to add absolutely no challenge for him.
“Um, okay,” I agreed, wriggling happily as he carried me into his bedroom, lowering me down onto his mattress. He pulled his shirt up over his head as he straightened, putting his delicious pecs and abs on full display for me. His body was so perfectly carved, it made me want to scream. And it was all mine, to do whatever I wanted with it. Luckily, he seemed pretty happy with all the stuff I’d done with it so far.
I gripped the hem of my shirt, ready to rip it off too, but my phone started vibrating in my pocket, playing the tone for a Facetime call. When I pulled it out, I saw it was Dani.
“Are you going to answer that?” He wondered, leaning a hip onto his dresser, staring down at me.
“Just super quick,” I said. I knew if I didn’t answer, she’d keep calling over and over. Answering it, I propped myself up on my elbows a little as she came onto the screen. “Hey.”
“Hey!” She greeted me. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “What’s up?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but narrowed her eyes a little, bringing the phone closer to her face so she could scrutinize me.
“That’s not your bedspread, Jordy,” she pointed out, a sadistic teasing tone dripping from the sentence. I glanced down next to me at Kieran’s dark blanket, biting down into my lower lip to keep from laughing. “Wait, oh my god, are you in Kieran’s bed?”
“Uh…” I trailed off, refusing to feel guilty.
“Is he there?” She demanded. “Wait, did you guys just do it?”
“We didn’t do ityet,” I said pointedly, and Kieran let out an exasperated little groan from his spot a few feet away. He probably didn’t love the fact that Dani knew about us, but she was my best friend. I couldn’t hide anything from her, and she’d never rat us out.
“Oh!” She realized. “Oh my god,sorry! I totally interrupted you, right?”
“Just a little.”
