But my friendship with Cam grew stronger, I convinced myself that it was just a puberty thing. That it wasn’t her per se, but the fact that she was a pretty girl, and I was full of raging teenage hormones.
“So, you’re single then?” Ugh. Fuck. “Nope. Haven’t you heard? I’m dating Mali.” That gets her attention, and she turns to me with mock interest. “Ooh, do we scissor?”
I don’t let myself hesitate for a single second as I pull her in and cover her mouth with my own. It’s supposed to be quick—soft and simple—but when she wraps her arms around my neck and arches up on her tiptoes to get closer, I can’t help myself.
I push the skylight open further and hop down into her room, staring down at her and the blanket pressed against her chest that only covers the front of her naked body.
“You think I won’t still fuck her while she’s wearing your jersey?” he asks, his grin turning smug. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to let you know how her pussy feels.”
“He can’t, and I won’t even let him try.” I keep her in place as I move in until my lips are right against hers, feeling the heat of our breath mixing together. “Because you’re fucking mine.”
“You know she thinks you’re gay, right?” I call back, but it has no effect. He simply smiles at my pitiful attempt to get under his skin and turns the corner.
“Sounds to me like you had a choice, H. And when push came to shove, you decided that telling Cam about us was a worse option than not being with me. You had a choice, but you chose him.”