Page 70 of Losing Faith

My stomach does thatthingas his eyes focus on my thighs. “It’s called a praise kink, JJ. Humor me.”

He looks between my eyes before leaning down. Rather than kissing me, he rubs his nose along mine. “You always look pretty, and right about now, you’ll look very pretty on your knees, but that can’t happen, so I need you to walk away for me.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Right now.”

My chest rises and falls quicker as his lips brush against mine feather soft.

“Pleasewalk away, Lissy.”

“What if I don’t want to?” I whisper, my lips grazing his. “What if I get on my knees instead?”

“Halloween won’t be happening again until Tuesday,” he replies, his eyes burning into mine.

“I know that.” I rub my nose against his. “No more kisses until you talk to him… on Tuesday.”

“Right.” His eyes fall to my lips before he shakes his head. “Butfuck,I want more.” His lips crash into mine as I pull him in by his shirt.

My knees practically go weak as he brings his hands to my waist. Without much effort, he lifts me onto the counter and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. My stomach is doing cartwheels as his hands snake up the sides of my shirt.

I’m moaning into his mouth, begging for more with my tongue as I grind against him shamelessly.

He pulls away and leaves a trail of kisses on my throat before he buries his face in my neck. A suck in a breath when he kisses and sucks just where I like it. I run my hand through his hair before guiding his hand to my pants, but he stops, leaving me breathless.

He keeps his face in my neck, his hands on either side of me as he catches his breath.

“Why’d you stop?” I rub his head and he brings his hand to mine as he rests his forehead against mine.

“Because I’m going to come in my fucking pants if you keep making that sound.”

I feel my face heat and he kisses my neck twice. He’s sucking on my neck again, but when the doorbell rings, he pulls away quicker than light.

I hop off the counter, escaping into the bathroom to avoid meeting his mom. By the time I come out, she’s gone and our kiss is the only thing I can think about as I work with his daughter.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lisette

“Whatareyousmilingat?”I snatch Sire’s phone, but I only get to read two words of a sexy text attached to a very pretty picture of his girlfriend before he grabs his phone back.

“Ugh, I love her.” I shake my head at him. “You’re lucky I’m straight or I would’ve taken her.”

He lets out a scoff as he leans on his elbows. “You couldn’t handle her attitude if I gave you a play-by-play script.” He looks up at the sky as I lay my head on his chest.

We watch the dark sky in silence before I voice the reason I came out here with him. “I had a glass of wine a few weeks ago.”

He tries to sit up, but I push him back down as I keep my eyes on the night sky.

“It wasn’t one glass… it was a bottle of wine I drank throughout that week because I had just found out Harmony’s mom was sober nearly herentirechildhood.” I shake my head when that feeling settles in my chest again.

“I’m a month sober today.” I lift the coin I got in this morning’s meeting. I focus on it before sitting up and throwing it across the field with every ounce of strength in me.

I pull my knees to my chest as I bury my face in my arms.

“Go get your chip, Lis.” He shoves my arm gently.

“I don’t want it.” I shake my head at myself. “I woke up feeling like absoluteshitand being one month sober means nothing. It doesn’t matter when I wake up chasing a high I can’t fucking have.”

I swallow the lump in my throat as I look up at the sky.

“Harmony got a different version of her, but this”—he shoves me again and I look down at my phone—“This is our mom.”

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