Page 44 of Spin The Bottle
“First time for everything.”
“We’re barely even friends,” she teases, bringing out a soft chuckle out of me. Fuck, I really have missed having her around.
“We can be whatever you want to be. What do you say?”
I can see the wheels spinning around in that pretty head of hers. “We need to establish some boundaries,” she says, pressing a hand against my chest, playing with the material of my t-shirt. “Rules.”
“Rules?”
She nods, glancing up at me. “For example, rule number one. No one finds out about this.”
“Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” I lift my brow.
She rolls her eyes. Fuck, that makes me want to kiss her so bad. Knowing she’s willing to get rid of her ‘no repeats’ rule makes me ecstatic, if I have to put up with some other ridiculous rules then so fucking be it, as long as I get to kiss her again. “So cocky.”
I tut, letting my hands drift to her hips, her full body filling my palms. Missed this. “Not cocky, baby. Confident.”
“Don’t call me baby,” she chastises, narrowing her eyes at me. “No nicknames.”
“None at all?”
She seems to mull it over, shrugging. “As long as they don’t gross me out.”
“I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” I give her a grin. She shakes her head but I can see the small smile on her lips. “We keep it a secret and no nicknames. Got it. Anything else?” I just want to kiss her. I want to pull her into me and brush my lips against hers, taste that pure fucking sugar I can still taste on my lips.
“No sleeping over,” she says, making my stomach drop a little. I’m not the biggest fan of that rule.
“You’re joking.”
She shakes her head. “It’s too intimate. We need to make sure we keep this casual.”
“Fine,” I concede. “Anything else?”
She lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck. Fuck, just kiss me already. “We don’t get jealous, and we don’t put pressure on this,” she says. “When one of us is free, we fuck.”
I scoff, drifting my hands to her ass. “Don’t flatter me with such romance.”
“You don’t want romance,” she says, leaning up into me. “You want quick, easy, dirty sex in the dark, and I’m willing to make that work.”
“You’re serious?” I ask her, wanting to rip every shred of clothing from her. “You want to do this?”
She shrugs. “You weren’t completely horrible last time.”
I laugh, leaning down until my lips barely brush against hers. “I’m going to remind you how good I made you feel, gorgeous.”
I smash my lips against hers, loving how she groans and pulls me into her. She wants closer. More. And I’m willing to give her whatever she wants.
16
Can I slap her?
My dad would smack me on the back of my head for saying this, but my god, I do not miss New York.
My dad moved here when he was twenty and fell in love with the city. Although I wish I was like him in every way, I do not feel the same way. New York was my home growing up, but I’m so glad to be done with it.
But being back here is rewarding in a way. It’s always great seeing my favorite front desk lady who grins as soon as she sees me approaching. “Leila!” Her eyebrows shoot up at the sight of me. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“Lilly!” I mock, approaching her desk. “I know,” I sigh. “I miss you.”
