Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

Eventually, I dozed off. I surfaced again when the mattress dipped, found myself instinctively pulling the covers back as Chet climbed in next to me. It happened on occasion when we were kids, too. And just like he used to, Chet shifted around and put his back to me. My arm brushed his, bare skin on bare skin, as I tried to make more room for him—much harder since we’d both almost doubled in size. I muttered an apology as I bumped him again, this time my kneecap knocking into the back of his leg. Chet fumbled a hand behind him, and for a second I thought he was going to deadleg me in retaliation like he used to. Instead, he found my hand and closed his around it. He paused with it midair indecisively, then guided it gently to his hip. Something inside me stuttered: my heart skipped a beat, or my breath caught with a sudden, full-body kick of tension. My muscles were wires, and every place where our skin touched wound me tighter. He’d taken off his shirt and jeans at some point, and I splayed my fingers, half touching the fabric of his boxers, half touching his naked skin. I was scared to even breathe, afraid the incremental space between our bodies would spark off with the charge I felt between us. His bare back rose and fell, brushing against my chest with every inhale. Tentatively, I moved my thumb and forefinger over his skin, trying to be subtle about it, but shit, I felt the heat in every millimeter I touched. And I liked it. Maybe too fucking much. I thought of the s...