Page 16 of Only ever you-Ana & Byron
Ana rolled her eyes and reached for the cupboard. "You're like a feral Tom who comes and goes anytime he likes. Do you even knock anymore?"
"Why would I?" he said, grabbing the bag from her hands. "M'practically family."
She narrowed her eyes. "Gross."
He grinned, then tossed the crisps onto the table. In one smooth motion, he caught her wrist, pulled her toward him and then down, right into his lap.
She let out a small, surprised sound. "Byron-what-"
"Your Pa just left for work. Your Ma is upstairs, folding the laundry. Now, we need to be quiet." He glanced at the kitchen doorway, then back at her, voice low. "Do you know how hard it is t'concentrate when you're wearin' these little skirts and givin' me that mouth?"
Ana opened her mouth in protest, but his lips were on hers before she could say a word, his tongue gliding in deep and slow, his hand slipping up her back, the other braced against her thigh.
She could feel him, hard pressed against the side of her thigh.
He pulled back, holding her tight, "I want ya, Ana love."
Her heart thudded. "That's your hormones talking."
"My hormones are singin' only for you," he murmured, nipping gently at her lower lip.
She buried her face in his neck, half-laughing, half-embarrassed. But feeling that unfamiliar tightness in her pelvis and the tightness of her nipples pressing against the fabric of her bra.
Eventually, they got to studying and Byron left after a long kiss and a dopey look on his face
But later, when she lay in bed, her mind circled back to Cathy's look. She didn't quite know what to make of it.
Like she knew something Ana didn't.
Ana's phone buzzed.
Byron:That sweater you wor 2day... bloody hell, A. You tryna kill me?
Ana smiled a secret smile at the screen, curled on her bed with a cup of tea, blanket tucked under her chin.
Ana:It was just an old jumper.
Byron:A jumper that has aged well, flippin heck. Made it impossible to focus. Could C just enough to make me useless 4 the test. Had to take a break after.
She blushed, heart thudding.
Ana:A break?
Byron:A long one. In the locker room. Had problem. Hard one to solve.
She could imagine him snickering at what he thought was the best double entendre of the year. Dumb-arse.
Ana started typing. Deleted it. Typed again. Her thumb hovered over the send button before she closed her eyes and pressed it.
Ana:I thought about what you said last week.
She stared at the blinking cursor.
Typed again, thumb flying over the keys.
Ana:I tried touching myself. Like you told me. I liked it.
She deleted it. Rewrote it. Then sat frozen with her thumb just touching the send button.
