Page 37 of Triple Play
Elise pushes at my chest. “Get off.”
I roll away. Fast. My heart is hammering.
She sits up, smoothing her shirt and hair, trying to look like we weren’t just making out like teenagers.
She fails.
Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, her shirt twisted.
I probably don’t look any better.
The footsteps stop outside her door.
We both stare at it.
A long pause.
Then Grant keeps walking. His door opens. Closes.
We exhale simultaneously. If I were to fuck her in here, Grant would definitely hear it. The whole house would hear it. These walls are horribly thin.
“That was close,” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
“You should go.”
“Probably.”
But I don’t move. I can’t quite make myself leave when she’s looking at me like that, when I can still taste her.
“Jordie.” Her voice is softer now, almost regretful. “This was—”
“A mistake,” I finish. “I know. You mentioned.”
“I was going to say ‘incredible.’”
My heart does something stupid. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She touches her lips, as if trying to memorize the feeling. “But also a mistake.”
“Those things can coexist.”
“They really can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I came here for school. For my future. Not to—” She gestures between us. “This.”
I kiss her again—just a soft press of my mouth to hers.
“Grant would lose his shit,” she whispers.
“Fuck Grant,” I say.
“Jordie.” She finally looks at me, and there’s something sad in her eyes that makes my chest ache. “You’re sweet. And this was nice. But we can’t do this again.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
