Her Cherry (Objects of Attraction, #2)

by Penelope Bloom

"Just gonna need to—yep, just let me—give me the fucking thing!" I growled as she finally let me wrestle the mic from her hand. The last of my sentence boomed into the microphone and silenced the crowd. "I'll give it back, calm down. I just had a message for my lady." Hailey was already burying her face in her hands, but she spread her fingers just enough to peek out at me. "We first met when I bought your cherry and deflowered you. We almost broke apart when you threw a cherry pie so hard at my head it nearly killed me. And now I want to end this the way it started. With a cherry." I pulled a cherry from my pocket and lobbed it toward her. When I rehearsed this in my head, the Hailey I imagined had some semblance of athleticism and hand-eye coordination. Real-life Hailey apparently had neither. The cherry bonked straight into her forehead and fell to the floor. Her head whipped back in surprise and she clapped her hands to her forehead. "Oh. Shit," I muttered into the mic before dropping it and jogging down to where she sat. The crowd was muttering as I got to her and found the cherry on the floor. I grabbed the recliner of an old man who was asleep in front of her and shoved it forward so I had room to kneel in front of her. I held the cherry up to her on one knee. "Will you eat my cherry?" "What?" she asked. "Bite it," I said. She looked worried, like she thought maybe I'd lost my mind. "It was on the floor!" "Just a nibble, but do it slowly so you don't break your teet...