Page 5 of Always Yours

Ellen chuckles. “Yeah, apparently our parents forced her to take this Aussie boy to her school dance last night, which of course was absolute hell for her even though she’s now bitching about all the other girls wanting to dance with him all night.”

I laugh, clearing up our plates. “Sounds like she’s jealous.”

“Oh, she’s jealous alright,” Ellen says, standing to help. “Jealous and stubborn and refusing to admit she actually likes him.” She throws her phone on the counter.

I laugh, knowing I’ve seen my two younger sisters go through the exact same hell with a guy they each liked.

“What are we going to do about our clothes?” Ellen asks, a hip propped against the counter.

“I think the bigger question is what are you going to do about your car?”

“Fuck,” she cries, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know. I can’t think about that right now. It’s too much, far too much.”

I laugh. “Okay, first things first, the clothes. Should we try washing them?” I suggest, having no idea if laundry detergent can possibly kill skunk smell.

Ellen lifts her face from her hands, glances down at what she’s wearing, the boxers that are clearly not hers, theoversized t-shirt that does nothing to hide the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra.

“You realize that means I’m staying here for a bit, don’t you?” she says. “Because there’s not a chance in hell I’m walking home dressed like this.”

I grin. “That’s okay. I don’t mind if you stay and hang out.”

Ellen meets my stare. “What are we going to do while we wait?” she asks, a look on her face that I can’t read.

I can’t take my eyes from her, don’t move a single muscle as I look at her and she stares back at me. If I thought she looked hot before, it’s got nothing on how she looks now. Her face is clear, completely free of make-up and surrounded by long, dark blonde hair.

But it’s her eyes that really get me. Huge, chocolate brown eyes that feel like they’re pulling me in, pulling me closer.

And then I realize that they are, that I’m standing right in front of her, our faces now only inches apart, my hands somehow on her hips, fingers dipping beneath my t-shirt and brushing against her warm skin.

“We could do this,” I hear myself whisper, before closing the last of that distance and pressing my lips against hers.

She doesn’t push me away like I expect her to. Instead, she steps closer, her hands sliding around my neck and holding me to her as she deepens the kiss.

And fuck me, can she kiss.

Our mouths move hungrily against each other, lips parting ever so slightly as I feel the tip of her tongue, teasing me, tasting me as she pushes her whole body so it’s flush against mine.

My hands tighten at her hips, holding her against me as I say fuck it and just go with it, whatever this thing is that’s happening between us right now.

Turning, I walk her backward toward my room and up against my bed.

Ellen pulls back a little, her eyes searching mine as she says, “You don’t have a girlfriend or anything, do you?”

I grin, an eyebrow cocked. “No,” I tell her. “Not yet anyway.”

Ellen smiles back at me, a laugh escaping as she pulls me to her and we both fall backward onto my bed.

My hands slide under the t-shirt she wears and up to her breasts, her body bowing beneath me as I pinch her nipple, teasing it with my fingers.

“Oh god, Will,” she says, her own hands shoving my t-shirt up and over my head.

I repeat the action with hers, throwing it across the room before lowering my mouth to her breast this time, sucking her nipple, teasing it with my teeth while she moans and writhes beneath me.

Her hands are in my sweats now, shoving them down my hips as she asks, “Condoms?”

I lift my head, find her mouth with mine as my hands now push my boxers down her hips. “Patience,” I say, sucking her bottom lip.

“Ugh,” she says, nails digging into my back. “Fuck patience. “Condoms, now.”

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