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I curl my fingers into her hair then stroke my thumb against her cheek. I’m not the best at comforting, mainly because I don’t experience the emotion that requires it. I know how it should feel, since I witnessedLuciellabreaking down when our family dogs died when we were kids, but I felt nothing.

I wanted to, but it was more of an urge to fit in with the rest of the house.

But I want to comfort Stacey, to grieve with her as she tells me about her mother. She got into dancing because her mum was a dancer, played the piano and made Stacey feel like a princess. She was Stacey’s best friend, and when she was diagnosed with cancer, Stacey witnessed her mother slowly dying, her father pulling away from the family and having an affair with Nora. And it was Stacey who held her hand while she took her final breaths.

“I want her to see how far I’ve come with my dancing and for her to tell me she’s proud of me. I miss her so much,Kade.”

There’s a squeeze in my chest as I hear her sniffing and wiping away tears. “Hey,” I say, shifting so I can see her, taking her face in my hand and capturing another tear. “Don’t cry.” I hate people crying – it makes me feel awkward. But with her I know what to do. “You know she’s proud of you. You’re talented as fuck and amazing, beautiful and strong.”

“I like when you’re cute,” she says, the corners of her mouth curling up towards her wet eyes. “Keep going.”

“You have nice tits and a cracking ass.”

She scoffs, but she’s grinning, glancing down at her chest. “I wonder if they’ll stop growing. I’ve gone up like two cup sizes in a month.”

“Is that normal with the pill?” I ask, trying to tug down thehoodieat the front to see her cleavage then dodging the hand she tries to whack me with.

“I think so.Tylarsaid she just got really spotty, andLuciellahas the implant, so I guess her side effects are different. Her boobs are shrinking if anything.”

I grimace. “Less details on my sister please.”

“I might change my contraception, I don’t like how sick it makes me. I’m nauseous all the time.”

I hum. “We can look into other forms and see what works for you. Or I can wrap it.”

“I’ll think about it,” she says, leaning up and pressing her lips to mine in a chaste kiss. “We need to be careful again if I do change. Imagine we fell pregnant? Lu would lose it.”

That’s her concern?

I stare at her, unsure what to say in response. For a second, the thought of her giving me a child one day flashes before me, and I hope that in years to come, that comes true. We’re only teenagers, so I need to notoverthinkthis.

“One day,” is all I say.

Instead of running for the hills, Stacey kisses me again, somehow happy with what I said. “One day.”

Fuck, I love this girl.

With me still on my back in the grass, she leans over me, her hair a curtain around us. “I’ll stay one more night, but promise to drive me home first thing in the morning.”

I brush both sides of her hair behind her ears, holding her face as I bring her mouth to mine. “I promise, Freckles.”

The taste of her tongue as I push mine through her parted lips has me needing more. I grab her leg and pull her on top of me, deepening the kiss. She lets out a little whimper, and I suck on her tongue.

“I can’t fuck you here, can I?” I ask against her mouth, palming her ass and squeezing as I grind her against my hardening cock. “Because I really fucking want to.”

She glances up to see our surroundings, hidden by grass and bushes next to the water. “Will anyone walk by?”

“The house guards already did their perimeter check,” I say, bringing her mouth back to mine. With one hand on the back of her head, I drop the other between us, cupping her pussy. She gasps against my lips, and I can feel how soaked she is already.

“I want to try again,” she says, pulling back to look down at me seriously. “I want to try.”

She’s not confident with going down on me, and when I didn’t come within two minutes of her mouth around my cock, she got paranoid and said she was doing it wrong. No matter how many times I said she was doing it perfectly fine, she refused to believe me.

“It’s just practice, so if it’s terrible, don’t laugh at me.”

“You’re good at it. And I would never laugh at you for that. You made me nearly pass out the first time my dick was in your mouth, or did you forget?”

Shyly, she shrugs.

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