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“You’re laughing at me.” I pout.
“I’m laughing that you have big opinions on virginity as a concept. That’s all, promise.”
“You’re not going to have sex with me now, are you?” I huff, dropping my forehead to his chest.
“Whathaveyou done?” he prods, avoiding my question.
“That was my first kiss,” I admit, covering my mouth with my fingertips. I can feel blush scorching my cheeks. Although, I’ve been blushing pretty much all night.
“Hell of a first kiss, hm?” I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, it was alright,” I tease.
“Mhm, you moaned in my mouth. I bet if I slipped my hand under that dress, you’d be soaking wet.” He raises a brow at me. He’s not wrong.
“Why don’t you do it and find out?” I push.
“I’m not touching you tonight.”
“You don’t want me?” I ask. I hear how desperate it sounds as soon as the words are out of my mouth and I hate it.
He doesn’t say a word, he just grabs my hand and slips it between us. He brushes it against his sweatpants and he’s hard as a rock.
“So yes, Kat. I want you. Have for a long time. But we’re going to take it slow because that’s what you deserve.”
“Can we still kiss?” I ask, holding his jaw with one of my hands.
“Yeah, honey, we can kiss.” I waste no time attaching our lips again.
Chapter 11
Ares
For the secondtime in a week, I’m waking up to harsh beams of sunlight through Katherine’s living room window. There’s a golden haze over the room and one band of warm honey from the rising sun that lands over her buttery yellow strands of hair. Her freckles deepen in the sun and the pink of her lips darken.
The way the sun is cast over her is too perfect not to capture. I slip my phone from my pocket and open the camera. I adjust the settings and after about thirty attempts at a good angle, I finally capture the perfect picture.
Maybe I’m biased because it’s Kat but I feel like it’s one of the best pictures I’ve taken, despite being one of the lowest efforts.
I open the settings on the picture and make some minor edits. Lower the brightness, increase the shadow, bump the saturation. When I’m done, I’m so excited I could jump off the couch and run to Vines’ office. I’m so sure of this photo, there’s no doubt it’s going in myportfolio.
A little bell comes jingling my way before fuzzy black paws jump onto my bare chest.
“Hi, Bells,” I whisper.
She brushes her whiskers against my face before curling into a ball on my chest. Considering I’m pinned down by the two most adorable women, I weigh my options. It turns out the only one is going back to sleep.
I wakeup an hour and a half later to long, manicured nails drawing soft shapes on my chest. I suspect Kat’s been awake for a while and didn’t want to wake me up.
“Good morning,” I mumble against the top of her head. She tips her chin up to look at me. Her blue eyes are glittering in the morning sun and she’s got a bright smile on her face. The grumpy girl I met two years ago is nowhere to be found. This girl is all sunshine and I know now that it was a mask she wore to be taken seriously.
“Did you sleep okay? I don’t know why we didn’t move to the bed,” she says. I don’t know why we didn’t either, last night wasn’t an accident. We kissed until our lips were numb and then she asked me to stay the night. I’m not in the business of telling beautiful women no, so here I am.
“I’m starting to think you weren’t kidding when you said you wear dresses to bed,” I say, looking down at the dress from last night.
“I do not sleep in dresses, I promise.”
“Mhmm.” I pretend not to believe her. I know she doesn’t, though, because I can feel how uncomfortable this thing is bythe way it’s scratching against my bare abdomen. There are little indentations in my skin from the details.
