Page 112 of Driftwood Daffodil

What I felt while we were fighting would beg to differ with that statement. But I didn’t want to think about that, and I certainly wasn’t going to mention it. Then he’d know that I knew and I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t know, because Gio wouldknow, and he’d want me to know that he knew… this was making my head hurt.

“Hold on,” Memphis interjected. “Can we go back to you kissing him.”

“Hekissedme.” I corrected. “And I bit him the first time.”

The arch in Memphis’s brow deepened. “The first time?”

God damnit. Where was food when I needed it. If my mouth was full then I couldn’t talk.

I looked down at one of the erasers and arched a brow. I’d eaten worse things.

“Exactly how many times did you kiss him?”

I sighed, “Hekissedme.”

It was an important detail that Memphis seemed to not be grasping. Gio wasn’t helping any. The prick was enjoying this. Standing over there with a smirk on his face. I should slap him again.

One sentence later and Atlee was my new favorite person. “I knew that mark on your lip didn’t come from basketball.”

A smile spread across my face as the one on Gio’s fell away.Who’s giving away secrets now asshole.

“Trust me,” Gio shot me a dirty look. “A basketball would’ve tasted better.”

That was it. I tossed my erasers on the ground, marched across the room, and grabbed Atlee’s face. Let me just say, I was not prepared. One touch of his lips to mine and Atlee had my ass in his hands and tongue swirling in my mouth. He didn’t miss a beat.

It was an instant reaction, like this stuff was second nature to him. And he was good at it. I suddenly understood why girls fell for Atlee’s shit.

If he could kiss like he was sucking my soul out of my body, then I’d hate to imagine what else he could do. There was amoment where I seriously questioned if a kiss could take away virginity status.

When I pulled away, I was a little lightheaded, but I still had enough logic in my brain to cup Atlee’s groin and slide my gaze back to Gio.

“He’s hard. Maybe your dick’s broken?” Though there was a good chance that Atlee lived his life in a constant hard on state.

Gio glared at Atlee, who stared back at him.

“You’re going to hit me now, aren’t you.”

He smacked his lips together, “Yup.”

Now that would’ve been fun to watch. However, Memphis’s dad–being the kill joy that he was– chose that moment to walk in the room.

Both Gio and Atlee gave him a side eye, while Memphis and I just stood there. We knew that stern state of his dad’s well. It was some kind of cross between drill sergeant and businessman. Which was funny because he was a dentist… or it was worse.

“Hi Mr. Blake.” I said attempting to break the tension that he always brought with him.

His blonde hair was so stiffly slicked back that hurricane force winds couldn’t blow it out of place, and I wouldn’t mention the fact that he ironed his jeans. Needless to say Memphis’s dad was a great joy to be around.

“Nova,” he tsked while tipping his gaze down.

I still have my hand on Atlee’s junk, don’t I.

I quickly dropped my hand and explained, “This isn’t what it looks like..”

“I don’t care,” he cut me off.

Can’t say I was surprised by his response.

“Memphis,” Mr. Blake snapped his fingers. “Let’s go.”

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