Page 5 of Merrily Ever After
“I don’tknow,” she whispers, still sounding flustered, as she props herself over me. Her boobs are now inches from my face. “It was the only thing I could think of. In the book I’m reading, there are these spies and they almost get caught in the alleyway, so Damien kisses Eloise against the wall so they don’t—”
“Who’s Damien?” I interrupt, bewildered.
“The prince of shadows.”
“Right,” I say. “Of course he is.”
“I’m sorry. This is stupid. I’m just panicking.” She makes to climb off and I immediately tighten my hold on her.
“It’s fine,” I say quickly. “You’re fine. Great idea. Do what you need to do. Sit there. Kiss me. Whatever.”
She looks embarrassed now. “I won’t go that far, don’t worry.”
“Who’s worrying? If it’s good enough for the prince of shadows, it’s good enough for me.” I let out a weird laugh that might be the most humiliating sound I’ve ever made in my life, but I put it down to the bruised penis thing.
“They might not even see us,” she says. “They might just—” She breaks off with a squeak as a flashlight swings our way and, before I can even blink, her lips land on mine.
It’s not the first time I’ve ever found myself in this position. I mean, the tutu is new, but I’ve been sowing my wild oats for a few months now, and I like to think I know what I’m doing. More than Lara, anyway. And yet, I’m completely blindsided.
She presses into me, her movements clumsy and unsure. I can feel the tension radiating throughout her body, can practically hear every thought and doubt whirring through her mind. I want to let her know that it’s okay, that she can relax. That I think this might be the best moment of my life, but before I can do any of that, before I can even kiss her back, she pulls away, her eyelids fluttering opening in a confused, slightly dazed way that has me imagining what she’d look like if I slipped my hand into her jeans and—
“Hey!”
My arms go around her by instinct, and I clutch her to me as the security guard comes rushing up.
“Put your clothes on!” he snaps, switching the light off.
“Sorry. Sorry!” Lara pulls away from my grasp and shoots me a helpless look as she puts her T-shirt back on.
I should probably do something. Save the day, maybe. But instead, I can only lie there, my pulse racing, my cock with no clue whether to continue to shrivel into nothing or stand to attention as I stare up at her.
“Did anyone else come this way?” the guard calls.
“Uh, some drunk guys went left,” she says, pointing in the opposite direction. “We were a bit distracted, though.”
He still seems a bit suspicious, but Lara looks way too innocent to do something as stupid as … well, me. “Get back to your halls,” he says finally. “Now. If I come back here and find either of you—”
“We’re going! Sorry!” Lara climbs off me as the guard moves on, jogging away from the arts building. Smart. I knew she was smart.
I feel an odd sense of pride and smile just as our eyes meet. But instead of returning it, she looks away.
The warm feeling in my chest disappears, and I try not to take it personally when she presses the back of her hand to her mouth.
Wiping me off her.
“Thanks,” I say, sitting up slowly.
She clears her throat, still not looking at me. “Can you walk?”
“I can crawl. Give me a few minutes,” I add before she can feel guilty again. “Is that what happened in your book?”
“Kind of,” she mumbles.
“Kind of?”
“Well, he, uh …” She trails off and I’m fascinated by the sheer discomfort on her face.
“They had sex in the alleyway, didn’t they?”
