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“Be patient with me,” is all I say before I capture her lips with mine.
The visceral need to touch her naked skin is unbearable. I want to tear her fucking dress off and lick and bite every inch of her.
She giggles, and I feel every muscle in my body go warm and taut with how fucking much I want to hear her giggle again.
Me. Kade Mitchell, at the age of eighteen, holds hands with a girl for the first time. And I like it.
“In fact, she isn’t a whore at all. She’s the girl I watch, the girl I obsess over until I feel like I’m going fucking insane. I gave her my heart when I was a teenager, and do you know what she did? She shattered it. She’s a venomous snake. Wait. Do you understand a word I’m saying, Crawley?”
Nope. She isn’t leaving. Not until we reach the credits, and I’ve kissed her at least ten times. I should get the first one in while anxiety isn’t clawing at my chest and overthinking.
I could kiss her forever.
“You aren’t real, Freckles.” I splay my hand on her stomach and slide it up. “So fucking beautiful. You were made for me.”
“Right. But if you want something,”
“tell me.”
“I want you to kiss m...
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“I’m making conversation, not trying to fuck you.”
“Thank God. I’ve faked enough orgasms with you to last a lifetime.”
“I’ll tell Base to take my sister without us and prove just how full of shit that fucking statement is.”
“Because I’d go insane without being able to watch you. I do hate you. I hate who you are, but I can’t stop thinking about your cunt strangling my cock while I throttle you. I picture you covered in blood that isn’t yours. My name on your lips. Screaming for more while you apologise over and over and fucking over again.”
I want to share every single first with her and stick around.
“Mani pārdod seksam un nāvei, lai aizsargātu visus, kurus mīlu.”
Kade leans into me more, raising his other hand between us to tuck another strand of hair behind my ear. I tilt my head, utterly confused by whatever language he’s speaking. He licks his lips. “Tajā skaitā jūs, vasaras raibumi.”
“‘Spiracle’ by Flower Face.
An emotion that makes me want to blind everyone in the world so they can never see how beautiful she is. I’ll stick a screwdriver deep in their ear canals, so they’ll never hear her laugh. The idea of anyone thinking they can have her after me makes my blood boil. Dangerous. This is so fucking dangerous. I think I’m falling in love with Stacey Rhodes.
“If you think I won’t pull off your little black dress and make it realistic, you’re wrong.”
I gulp. I was his first, and at one point, he told me he couldn’t imagine ever fucking anyone else. We were in love. We had a future, and we were going to make Luciella understand what we meant to each other. No one could come between us. Ever. Then someone did.
“Kiss me,”
“If you want me to beg, then I’ll fucking beg you to kiss me, Stacey. Please.”
Time stands still as our mouths collide in a deep, desperate kiss as she throws herself into my arms. I pull her to me as her lips move, part, and we open to each other, letting our tongues finally taste. I lift her off her feet and walk towards the steps. Her legs wrap around me, and I revel in the softness of her mouth.
It’s like I’m visiting heaven while living in hell. But I want to steal her and bring her to my chaos, set fucking fire to her world and keep her in mine.
