Fall (VIP, #3)

by Kristen Callihan

“We know each other.” “No, we don’t,” says the little ice cream thief, not bothering to turn around. I lean in, the scent of girly shampoo and flustered woman filling my lungs. “Ah, now how can you say that, Button? It’s not every day I kiss a woman and give her my cream.”

“You know, they make medication to deal with people like you.” “Oh, really.” “Yeah. Antacid.” I can’t help it; I laugh.

Sometimes I wonder if there are people who truly enjoy parties.

I’d stared at her in that shadowed hallway and it fully hit me how much I want her. I want her under me, over me, beside me. I want to dedicate hours memorizing the pattern of her freckles, each curve and dip of her body. I want her body against mine until her scent is in my skin. I want to taste her, to fuck her, to laugh with her. I want everything.

every time I set eyes on him it feels like the first time and as though I’ve always been looking at his gorgeous face.

The scent of Stella doesn’t comfort; it kicks me into high gear.

“John?” “Yeah?” I toy with her satiny hair, twisting a strand around my finger. “If we don’t fuck each other’s brains out when we get home, I’m going to have to kill you.” I stiffen for a second, then burst out laughing, trying to keep it low. She squeezes my side, and I lean further into her. “Fuck yeah, we are, Button.”