Page 135 of Until We Burn

Page List

Font Size:

Diana giggles.

In the living room, the boys decorate the tiny Christmas tree while Justin Bieber croons about love and mistletoe on TV.

“Tinsel was cheaper at Dollarama, Luke!”

“I’m not decorating Wilbert with peasant tinsel!”

“Listen—”

“No, you fucking listen!”

Diana bursts out laughing.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to hold onto the last shred of patience I have. “I’m so sorry about them.”

“Aww,” Diana coos, “they’re not that bad.”

The shrimp crackers and dried cuttlefish we snack on give us a small will to live as we run through the notes for Mellonbaum’s final in December.

Well, wetryto run over our notes.

Diana kisses me, so torturously slow it makes me groan. Want beats inside of me like a second pulse as I shove our books aside. Diana straddles my hips, her fingers getting lost in my hair.

Salt and the sea color my mind.

She smiles into the kiss. “You taste like dried cuttlefish.”

“That’s on you,” I whisper. “You shouldn’t have let me get the jumbo pack at the store the other day.”

“You—”

My kisses swallow up her words. Diana laughs, making me smile against her lips. The music and the yelling disappear. All I sense is my heart beating loud and fast, and Diana softly grinding into me. My cock gets hard. I desperately grip her hips.

A low desperate moan drags out of my throat.

“Princess,waif—”My words come out muffled. “Wait, wait.”

Diana backs away, panting a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we…” I swallow hard. My hands tremble a little as I force the words out, “Can we talk about last night?”

Before Diana can answer, a notification fires off from her phone.

I glance at the screen and that’s when I see it.

STELLA

The texts are deleted and fully wiped out on all sides. You have full reign to expose Jonathan and Gregory’s asses now.

DIANA

My fingers shake as I reread the text over and over.

That’s it. These papers go out and the undeserved blame might have a chance of coming to an end.

Kai’s hands fall away from me. His lips quirk up, yet I can’t read the look on his face.

“So, I guess you can clear your name and get back to the HMG.”