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June 25 - June 26, 2024
But me? I call her Satan.
“When’s the last time you man-handled the ham candle?”
In an instant, my grip on the steering wheel tightens. It takes everything I have to loosen it before she notices.
Her hand rests on my arm, and I hate the way her touch threatens to burn through my skin.
Mali may get on my nerves sometimes, and push limits that make me contemplate if twenty to life would be worth it, but when it really matters, she’s always there. Always ready to take on the world if that’s what I need, but also there to pull me back if I’m about to take things just a little too far.
“Even if you were, though, it’s none of my business.” He doesn’t answer, and it’s so quiet I start to wonder if he fell asleep, but as I turn my head to check, I find him looking back at me. There’s an undeniable urge to kiss him coursing through my veins, but I can’t.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “I don’t stand a chance when it comes to you, do I?”
“I want you, okay? When you’re around, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you. And when we’re alone together, I lack even the most basic fundamentals of self-control.” He takes a step closer and puts his hands on the counter in front of me. “But no matter how crazy you make me, at the end of the day, you’re still my best friend’s little sister. We can’t cross that line.”
“No. You’re not excused,” I sneer. “You can take your moral compass and your shitty excuses and shove them up your ass because that line you claim we can’t cross? You obliterated it the moment you sucked my cum off your fingers.”
“No.” My hand falls to my side as she takes a step back. “The time to talk was around the same time you ignored me and made me feel like I was just a game to you. It’s too late for that now.”
“You should know all about that, being an expert on bouncing between hot and cold.”
The locker room door begins to open behind me, but when I notice it’s Lucas, I quickly slam it shut again. If he sees her looking like that, he’ll pop a boner, and then I’ll be forced to slaughter him and paint the ice red with his blood.
I hate every goddamn thing about this. The way he has all her attention locked on him. The way he plays with a strand of her hair. The way her whole face brightens as she laughs at something he said.
She steps down off the bleachers and stands on the other side of the glass. “Take that shit off,” I roar. She’s anything but impressed. “No.” Wrong answer. “I mean it, Laiken. Take it the fuck off or I’ll cut it off you.”
“No. Absolutely not. You’re not staking a claim on me or whatever it is you’re trying to do. Go get me one of Cam’s.”
“And I’m glad you’ve figured that out. Now, hate me all you want, but take off his fucking jersey.”
Slipping the lighter out of my pocket, I don’t look away from her for a second as I light the paper on fire.
“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.” And the small space between us disappears as I kiss her in a way that throws us both into the abyss.
“I love testing your limits,” I admit. “Wanted to see you break.” The sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen appears on his face. “Mission fucking accomplished.”
“Oh no, baby,” he growls. “Leave it on. Want to fuck you while you’re wearing it.”
Hooking up isn’t something new to me. What is new, however, is the way I fucking crave her. I’ve never found myself going out of my way to see a girl until Laiken. I’m not sure I like it, but if I’ve learned anything over the last month, it’s that I don’t have a single say in the matter.
expectantly. “You know, I begged Mom to return you to the hospital and bring home
her. I may be the furthest thing from desperate, but I’m fucking starving
I know I should wake her. Get her back to her car so she can get home. But I don’t want to. Not yet. I just want to lie here, where there’s no judgment, no fear, no second guessing. Just let me feel the weight of her head on my chest as the smell of her hair relaxes me in ways that beer never has. Let me have this, before I can’t anymore.
The way she says it, as if marrying me is an outrageous thought—it hits me in all the wrong places.
It’s just…for the first time, I’m starting to realize I won’t make it out of this unscathed.
“I’m not jealous—I’m possessive. There’s a difference. And I’ve told you before. You. Are. Mine.”
Maybe if I’m good enough, our inevitable end will never come. Maybe if I’m good enough, he’ll choose me.
No matter what show is put on that stage tonight, it won’t even compare to the view beside me.
The song comes to an end, and I find myself pulling Laiken in impossibly closer. I know there may be a time where that becomes my reality. I’d be naive to think she’ll just be happy with our situationship forever. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take advantage of the time when she is mine. It’s everything I’m going to hold onto when she goes off and finds her prince charming, and I’m left remembering the girl who made me feel things I didn’t know existed.
when I try to come closer, she pushes me away from her. It’s the first time she’s ever done that, and I hope it’s the last, because I don’t like it.
It’s softer, lazier, like we have all the time in the world. But most importantly, the part that scares the shit out of me, is that there’s more meaning to this one. For both of us.
Worshipping her, because dammit, she deserves to be worshipped.
I want to be the only thing that matters in her world.
