Page 84 of Web of Lies
“Uh… remember you? Like what? From that first day? Because if you couldn’t tell, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for a while. Ah—shit,” he groans, running a hand down his face. “I can’t believe I just said that,” he whispers again, cheeks tinting red.
“I enjoyed the wooing,” I say through a breathy laugh.
A chuckle rumbles through his chest. “Yeah, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. Who knew all I needed to do was shove things in your locker to please you?” he snorts.
“And if all this hadn’t happened? What would have been your next step?” He rubs his chin, eyes glazing over.
“Ah—there’s a little Italian place down in East Point Bluff. It’s delicious. I was going to see about taking you there. Hoping you’d dress up, and I’d wear a suit, but then.” His words trail off in sadness, my head nodding in agreement.
“You can still take me, you know. I do enjoy spaghetti.” He snorts at that last part.
“Shit, spaghetti? They have more than that there. You should see what my sister Ainsley gets. It’s ridiculous,” he sighs.
“We were ten,” I start, taking a deep breath, as his attention comes back to me.
“What?” he whispers in confusion.
“It was one of the last days of filming. My dad brought me that entire week, and Tate Benoit brought his son.”
“Oh, shit, holy shit,” Chase says, slumping in his chair, mussing up his hair with his fingers.
“We played hide and seek because they needed us out of the room. Probably because they were filming something not so good for kids.” I giggle at that, resting my wet head against the back of the leather chair.
“You tried to hide well, but I still found you crouched beneath a black speaker. And then—”
“You kissed me,” I whisper, looking over at him. “It was my first kiss and well, second, third, and fourth.”
“I couldn’t stop because I knew I’d never see you again. Dad said he wasn’t doing the movies anymore because it was the last of the series. And…. well… I didn’t know if I’d ever lay eyes on you again.” His fingers run the length of my jaw, running in tiny circles.
“They were good kisses,” I say, his face leaning towards mine. His eyes dart between my lips and my eyes, fire brewing behind his gray eyes.
“The best kisses. No one has compared to them since.” His breath fan across my face, lips miserably close to mine.
“You’re a liar.” I grin, examining the vast ocean in his eyes, pulling me into him. “I’m sure someone has given you better kisses since then. We were kids.” His nose nudges mine, my eyes fluttering close at his proximity.
“Are you good with this?” he whispers, my head nodding in agreement.
The heavens finally open when his lips meet mine. Soft, sweet, and caressing lips pressing against me. He holds them still for just a moment before his tongue darts against the seam of my lips. I tilt my head more, inviting his tongue to dance with mine. It’s slow, pleasurable, and it’s something I never want to let go of. Electricity dances through my veins. My body wants me to jump into his lap and take what I need. But I settle for running my hands through his wild blonde hair. I was right in my assessment of him before. I can get lost in him for days, and I don’t know if I care about it anymore.
Chase reluctantly pulls back as the other boys’ loud voices come from the front yard. “Yeah… nothing has changed, still the best.” I hear the grin in his voice, but I can’t open my eyes long enough to know. I’m in a dreamland full of soft lips, twisting tongues, and breathy sighs.
“Yeah,” I breathe out as the front door opens with a loud creak. I expect Chase to pull back in front of his friends, but he doesn’t. He keeps his palms cradling my face, tilting it, so it’s obvious what we were doing.
Zepp and Seger’s footsteps falter in the front room. “I think you broke her, dude,” Seger says, walking forward, humor in his tone. There’s not an ounce of jealousy in his voice, not that I expect them all to like me or anything. That’d be strange, wouldn’t it?
Chase snorts, pulling his hands back. My head is still in a dream state, eyes swimming in a haze, spilling into my non-functioning brain. Brain dead, I’m brain dead. What on earth was I doing? My eyes pop back open at the sound of Zepp and Seger’s footsteps.
Seger’s grin stretches across his face, laying my dinner in front of me. Reality slams back into me at the smell of my food, begging for my attention. They piled steak and mashed potatoes onto my plate, with green beans with bacon and lots of brown gravy drowning it all.
“Thank you.” I barely get out before the first bite is into my moaning mouth. “Ahhh—it’s so good,” I groan through the bite of steak they brought me.
Seger’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, eyes glazing with heat, watching me devour my steak.
“I also picked you up these,” Seger says, placing two perfect cupcakes in front of me. “They put out their fall variety today, hence the orange, chocolate, and sprinkles.” He grins at me with pride, like feeding me these beautiful cupcakes is a special treat for him. Who knows, maybe he has a food kink?
“Is it pumpkin?” I ask, swallowing my bite of food, staring at the cupcakes like they’re the only objects in the room.
“Piece of advice, boys. If you want to get to her heart, bring her cupcakes.” Seger snorts, walking away from us to his food.
