Page 81 of Make Me Scream
Abel’s footsteps slow at the sound of Gabriel’s voice, and I barely hold back my growl of frustration. I throw my head back with a sigh and turn around, keeping my grip on Abel. “Got some shit to take care of,” I tell him as he walks up to us, cocking my head toward my puppy. Abel just smirks slyly when Gabe glances at him, making him flush, and I snort, despite my frustration.
“You’re really leaving the party I threw foryouto go fuck?”
“Yep,” Abel pops the “P,” and I roll my eyes and pinch his arm, making him yelp. “Hey, rude!” he snipes, and I smirk.
“My bad,” I deadpan.
“Boy, boys,” Gabriel drawls.
“Look, thank you for the party. I appreciate it and you, but I’ve gotta go.”
“Yeah… I’m sure you do,” he says as he looks between me and Abel, one dark brow arched and a smirk playing at his lips.
“Oh, fuck you,” I mutter and shove past him, Abel in tow.
“You know, I’m pretty sure he’s gonna fuck me in his car. It’s gonna be dirty and hot and—” I reach over and slap my hand over Abel’s mouth, muffling his words, even as he keeps talking. Gabe’s face is alight with the brightest fucking smile I’ve ever seen, and I want to smack it off his face.
“Shut the fuckup,Abel,” I snap, keeping his hand pinned as I lead us out of the house, Gabe following slowly behind.
“Have fun, boys,” he drawls as I flip him off. I yank open the passenger door and shove Abel in.
He drops down into the seat with a huff. “Don’t have to be so rude.”
“Shut up. You like rude.” Then, I slam the door in his face.
“The park.”he says, arching a brow. “How predictable are you?”
“I didn’t think you would fucking care,” I snap, hating how defensive I feel, heat prickling along my face and down my neck as I shift the car into park. It’s pitch-black outside with snow covering the grass and piled along the court, having been weeks since it’s last been used.
I stare out into the dimly darkness, at the glistening crystals of the snow, at the red rims of the hoops, and the faded white backboards until my headlights shut off, and we’re swarmed init. Abel’s surprisingly quiet through all of this, and it makes me ache to know what’s going through his mind.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
He scoffs, the sound quiet and riddled with something I recognize but can’t quite name. “You don’t want to know.”
“I promise you, I do.” I glance over at him, trying to enunciate my sincerity, but I must not do a good enough job because he laughs in my face.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Peris. That’s not fun for anyone.”
I run my tongue along the fronts of my teeth. “Who says I can’t keep it?” I ask as I lean my arm into the window, relishing in the coolness of the condensation seeping into my skin.
“Me.”
“I don’t think you’re the best judge of character.”
“Well, the fact I’m alone in a car with you, yet again, speaks volumes to that, doesn’t it?”
I reach over the center console and tug on one of his braids, needing to touch him, to make sure he’s still here… for some reason. “Now you’re just being a brat.”
This makes him smirk, and my stomach flips, breath catching. “Now that’s nothing new.”
I draw him closer by tugging on his hair until his nose skims mine. “Kiss me, Abel.”
“Why the fuck would I wanna kiss you, Peris?” he says, even as he leans closer and tilts his head. The shadows caress his face, illuminating the barbell in his nose, making it glint just right.
I swallow the words that threaten to spill from my lips, the ones I’ve recently realized burn inside me with a fire I loathe—one I wish more than anything I didn’t feel.
“Because a slut like you loves kissing, don’t you, puppy?” My words bring a flush to his face, and then, he’s on me, clambering over the console to drop into my lap. I grunt at the impact, myhands finding respite on his hips as his lips find mine, soft and demanding and slightly sloppy.
