Page 41 of Eye of the Hurricane
“I’m gonna go so you can get some work done, okay?” he asks. I nod. Disappointment settles in my chest and I know it’s unfair. I’m the one who told him to go. Still, I wish he’d stay.
“Okay.” I nod.
“Do you want me to kiss you before I go? The lines are blurry these days, Kitty Kat,” Ares questions.
I should say no. A casual kiss on his way out feels like a big sidestep from the casual hooking up we agreed on. But I don’t. Call it what you want, I’ll be calling it horny lack of judgment.
“I’ll have a kiss.”
He walks over to me and slips a hand behind my head, dragging my mouth to his. Every time we kiss, it’s fiery and electrified. I feel like melting in his touch every time his lips touch mine. It makes me feel… like a woman. I feel like it unlocks a part of me that didn’t exist until his lips touched mine.
The kiss is short-lived before he pulls away and walks out of the door, giving me a quick goodbye.
“I knowAres was my idea, but can I take it back?” Luna pouts. We’re sitting in a booth at The Sand. I intended on spending the entire day prepping for school to be back in next week, but Luna harassed me to come out.
“Why are we giving Ares the boot?” I ask.
“I thought it would be fun for the plot, I hadn’t thought through my best friend spending all of her free time with her new boyfriend.” She sticks her lip out in a dramatic pout.
“He’s not my boyfriend, Luna. We’re just practicing for the wedding,” I explain. She crosses her arms across her chest.
“The sleepovers?” she prods.
“You’re the one who suggested I hook up with him.”
“And have you?”
“We made out that night but then the whole virgin thing came up. Now he wants to take it slow.” I roll my eyes. A grin creeps up on her face.
“That’s sweet.”
I groan loudly, throwing my head into my propped-up fist. “I hate being treated different because of it.”
“I think he’s just trying to take care of you, Kat.”
Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I have some fantasy about being taken care of. The idea of putting myself in someone else’s hands makes me sick. The only way to be sure things are how I need them to be is to do it myself.
“I don’t need taken care of,” I grumble.
“I mean sexually. I think he’s just trying to make sure things are going at a comfortable pace.”
“I’m comfortable. If anything, we’re going slow for my taste.” I would have let him fuck me the night I asked him to. I’m sure of what I want, I just wish he could believe me when I tell him that.
“Tell him that, he’s not a mind reader,” Luna says as I feel my phone vibrates in my purse. I pull it out to see a new message from Ares.
Ares
Hey, everyone is going camping this weekend. We’ll be back before schools back in on Monday. Do you want to come?
Katherine
Absolutely not. Do I seem like someone who camps?
Ares
Funremember?
Katherine
