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“Let’s take some more pics.” Remi leans forward and presses the countdown button again, and the giant smile splitting my face has never felt more genuine.
I appreciate that Remi isn’t focusing on how we just came out to each other. He’s acting like it’s no big deal, which makes me feel like maybe it actually isn’t. But then I think about telling my father or mother, and I’m not so sure. My smile falters.
“Linc, you need to let loose; be yourself more.” He stretches his legs out, propping one boot against the wall in front of us.
“I am myself. See.” I grab the next photo strip from the cubby hole and hold it out in front of us. I’m smiling. I look relatively happy.
He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Make a funny face or something, for fuck’s sake. Or we could kiss.”
“K-kiss?” I stutter, and I really don’t know why. I’ve never had a problem speaking articulately before.
“Have you ever kissed anyone, Linc?”
“Yes. A girl. Once.” I wrinkle my nose in distaste, thinking about the awkward and messy thirteen-year-old kiss that finally convinced me I was gay. Remi barks out another raspy laugh.
“Not your preference, got it.” He puts his foot back down with a heavy thud.
“Well, if you’re down, we could kiss now? As friends, of course. You can make sure you like it, and I can get one of those classic kissing booth photos.” His smile is crooked, and I can’t say no.
An intense magnetism hums between us. His confidence and authenticity pull me in, drawing me to him like opposite poles attracting.
There’s no stopping it.
“Okay,” I whisper, our faces inches apart for the second time in only a few hours. My glasses are off, but I can see him perfectly from this close. His eyes smolder like this is more than a friendly kiss for some practice and a cool photo.
He leans in and presses his lips to mine just as the first flash goes off.
I close my eyes and relish in the feel of his soft yet firm lips on mine. His gentle hands skim up my neck and cup my jaw, the coarse pads of his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin in front of my ears, and I gasp, opening for him. He doesn’t miss the opportunity and plunges his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with my own. He cradles my face reverently and kisses me with such passionate affection.
Ten seconds or two hours later—I couldn’t tell you which—the camera stops taking photos, and Remi pulls his lips from mine. I lean forward, chasing after them and wanting more but unable to voice it.
He reaches forward and grabs the new photos. “Holy shit. These are hot as fuck. Damn, Preppy. You can kiss.”
I blush at his praise, biting my lip. I really want to do that again.
“Check them out.”
I take the photos from his grasp, andwhoa. Theyarehot. I kind of want them for myself.
Before I can work up the courage, Remi asks, “Wanna do that again?”
I stop focusing on the photos in my hand and stare at him instead.
“So we can both have a set, of course,” he says casually. And he winks. . . again. And I blush. . . again.
Did he just read my mind?
CHAPTERSEVEN
REMI
Holy shit.
Ho-ly shit.
I didn’t tell Lincoln this, but that was my first time kissing a guy, too. And I really want to do it again, so the moment he says “Yes,” I grab his face and crush my lips to his. My thumb slips to his chin, tugging it down so I can slide my tongue inside. This time he’s less hesitant, and I’m less soft. I kiss him deeper and more urgently, spearing my tongue into his mouth and lickingeverywhere. Even his fucking teeth.I want to taste him. Consume him from the inside out.
I run my fingers through his thick, auburn hair and grab on, causing him to let out a yelp, followed by a small groan.
