Page 102 of Drama Queen

Our lips are soft at first, tentative, trying to figure out how each other feels. He’s all masculine hard lines, his body built to perfection, but his lips move with a tenderness I haven’texperienced in my life. It’s like he’s savoring every second of this in case it never happens again. I press up against him as much as I can, wanting our bodies close, and his free hand snakes around to grab me by my waist. My hands wrap around his neck, my fingers running through his short hair. The moment he seeks entrance with his tongue, I snap back to reality.

What are we doing? This is the best kiss of my damn life,but I kissed Zeke last night and now this! How the hell do I justify this? I feel like I’m betraying Zeke by doing this and Dan’s with Flynn for fuck’s sake.

My body jerks back away from Dan and I stand up quickly, trying to get my breathing under control.

“Sorry,” I tell him, trying to slow my breathing.

“Why?” he frowns at me.

“I, uh, I shouldn’t have done that. You’re with Flynn, and… well you’re with Flynn so, yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll go get our supplies for dinner started.”

My legs take me away from the picnic table and I retreat into the tent, unsure of where else to go. I’m absolutely mortified, and I have no idea what to do or where to go. I can feel tears building but I don’t want to give in to them. It’s stupid to cry about this, but guilt is already riding me hard over what happened. I don’t want to come between Flynn and Dan, and I don’t want to go around making out with each of the guys when we’re supposed to be friends. It feels like I’m going to fuck this up.

Part of me wants to collapse into the pile of bedding we’re all using, but I force myself to stand and pace inside the tent, taking deep breaths.

Okay, I just need to think this out.Nothing is ruined yet. I can handle this; I don’t shy away from shit. Dan would never do something that Flynn is uncomfortable with, it’s just not whohe is. That means that they’re either not serious yet, or Flynn is okay with sharing.

Dan also wouldn’t have kissed me if he didn’t want to, so clearly, desire isn’t the issue. Zeke is obviously a little out of left field, but he hasn’t said he regrets anything, and he has been a little flirty today. Dan and Flynn were right there last night, so they both know what happened with me and Zeke. Again, if I go back to Dan’s personality, he wouldn’t do anything to get between any of us. At least not intentionally. If I really think about it, am I upset about the kiss, the person, or the fact that I want to kiss both of them again?

My feet come to a stop, and I bend my head backwards to face to the ceiling. I force myself to take a deep breath and get my nerves under control. Once my nerves calm a little, I can admit to myself I’m upset because I want this so badly.

I’m scared to fuck it all up. I can handle this, though. I’m a damn adult, and I can communicate. At least I hope I can.

As my resolve hardens to leave the tent and talk to the guys, Troy comes in. He stands in the doorway, mimicking my stance of hands on my hips. His eyebrow raises at me in question.

“I’m working myself up to being an adult. Don’t give me that look,” I sass him.

“What are you freaking out about? I saw you pacing in here, and Dan actually looks worried.Worried.Tell me the last time that man looked anything other than at ease.”

“Never, I guess.”

“So spill it, babe. What’s going on?”

TROY

I demand Kara spill whatever is bugging her, but I already know what it is. I saw her sucking face with Dan —which was super hot — and last night I saw her with Zeke. When it got real quiet out there and I was still awake, I decided to creep for a minute. I regret nothing. Watching her finally drop those walls and allow Zeke in was beautiful, and judging by Flynn’s and Dan’s faces, they agree. However, it’s now wreaking havoc with Kara’s emotions. We’ve all wanted her for a long time now, and we’ve all even talked about it on occasion, but never with her. Maybe this weekend is the time to change things.

“There’s nothing to spill,” Kara insists.

“Babe, there’s something, and you need to be the one to tell me.” I give her a pointed look.

She eyes me suspiciously for a moment before her eyes widen and her jaw drops. A scoff of disbelief escapes from her. “You already know!”

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t spill it. It will help,” I insist.

“Fine! I kissed Zeke last night, then Dan just now and while Dan knows I kissed Zeke, Zeke doesn’t know I kissed Dan, plus what about Flynn? Is he gonna get upset about all this?” she whisper yells to me.

I step closer to her and place my hands on her shoulders. She looks at me, still panicking a little, but trying to control her emotions. To try to calm her, I encourage her to take some deep breaths with me. After we’ve cycled through four deep breaths, I decide to break the news to her.

“Zeke knows. He was watching.”

“What?”

“Flynn, too.”

“Fuuuuu…”

I decide confession is the best way to go here. “One more person watched.” Kara just stares at me, waiting for the news. “I was watching too.”

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