Page 115 of Broken Ties (Rixon High 4)

Aaron

“Kiss me.”

She wanted me to kiss her.

Fuck.

It was the worst possible idea.

So bad.

And yet, I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t say no.

Sliding my hand along the side of her neck, I dipped my mouth to hers. Hovering right there.

“Kiss me,” she said again. Breathless. Needy.

The tether between us, stretched so taut lately, snapped and my mouth crashed down on hers. Poppy gasped, throwing her arms around my neck and anchoring us together. Closer. Close enough for me to feel the heat from her body. To feel her soft curves pressed up against my hard lines.

I backed her up against the vanity cupboard, and grabbed her hip, hooking it around my waist.

“Aaron,” she choked out. “I can… feel you.”

“Yeah, you can.” I rolled my hips, grinding against her.

“Oh God,” she moaned, and it was like music to my fucking ears. My blood turned molten, coursing through my veins and burning me inside out.

I wanted her.

I wanted her so fucking much. But it was a line too far. Somewhere in the back of my lust-addled mind, I knew that. If we went there—if I went there—our friendship wouldn’t survive.

But I needed more.

Now that I had her here, like this, I needed so much more. Only Sofia was right beyond the door. And if she woke up—

“Do you trust me?” I breathed the words onto Poppy’s lips.

“Always,” she whispered, melting against me as I scooped her up. “Aaron, your shoulder—”

“Is fine.” I nipped her jaw. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Poppy complied, wrapping herself around me like a koala bear. I carried her into my bedroom, kicking the bathroom door shut behind me.

It was a risk bringing her in here. But all rationality had gone out of my head the second I saw the bruise on her face. The second I imagined some asshole putting his hands on her, hurting her.

My restraint was a frayed volatile thing and it had only unraveled more and more as I’d laid there, on the other side of my shared bathroom with Sofia, knowing Poppy was fucking right there.

The second the door clicked shut, Poppy flinched in my arms. I slid my hand under her hair to grip the back of her neck and touched my head to hers. “I got you.” Fixing my mouth over hers, I flicked my tongue along the seam of her lips coaxing her to let me in.

This kiss felt different. Slow and sure, our tongues tangled. She tasted so fucking good.

She wasn’t supposed to taste so good.

I was so fucked.

“Aaron, this is—”

“Shh. Just give me this, Poppy Star.” I gazed at her. “I need this.”

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