Page 27 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
I sharply inhale as her arms wrap around my waist. She hugs me deep, resting her head on my chest. “Kissing is all that will happen if I come up.”
“Works for me,” she says, giddy, ending our hug. Taylor turns to the entry door, tapping in a code and then grabbing my hand, pulling me behind her. We start up the stairs, and I know this is dangerous, but I also want to make out for hours. I grab her ass, and she turns her head back, squinting at me but smiling.
Unlocking her door, we step into her apartment’s living room hand in hand. A dirty-blonde woman sitting on a couch yells, “He fell for it!” She’s holding a champagne flute, and I immediately get the sense that she’s drunk.
“Morgan is going to be VP!” a girl with black hair cheers from another couch as we step into the apartment.
“Your honeytrap thing worked?” Taylor asks, excited.
“Yes!” the blonde says. “We’re celebrating.”
Taylor looks up at me, half apologizing.
“You’re a coder?” I ask, because the only person I’ve ever heard use the phrase honeytrap is my best friend Patrick, who is a coder.
“Data engineer. I’m Morgan, by the way.”
“Gwen,” the black-haired girl says.
“Brandon.”
“Oh we know,” Morgan teases.
“I’ll let you ladies celebrate,” I say, then look down at Taylor.
She pouts the slightest amount, and I go for it, giving her one more kiss. Her roommates cheer, and I pull back. “Goodnight, Taylor. Goodnight, ladies.”
17
“Did we just cock block you?” Gwen asks, her pitch rising with each word, and I shrug.
“More like make-out blocked me,” I pout.
“He is unbelievably good looking,” Morgan says after taking a sip. “Go you.”
“I can’t believe he kissed me in front of you two,” I say, then wonder if Brandon felt uncomfortable about my roommates not being sober.
“This is the same guy that sent you a kiss emoji before actually kissing you,” Morgan says. “He’s obsessed.”
“We had a great date.”
I still don’t know if he’s, like, physically attracted to me. He barely checked me out.
“But?” Morgan squints at me.
“I know he’s into me … but he has never said I’m pretty or have a great ass or anything.”
“Tell him you need that praise,” Gwen says, walking to the kitchen.
I bite my tongue, blushing a little.Praise kink.Who knew how common it actually is, especially for oldest daughters. Shereturns with a champagne flute in one hand and the bottle in the other.
“I’m good,” I say.
“Taylor, we are celebrating Morgan’s victory.”
They did celebrate mine. “Okay.”
Gwen fills my flute, and I walk over to Morgan, tapping her glass. “Congratulations on winning the war.” She’s hated her boss since the moment she started working at this company.
