Page 122 of Till The Sun Dies (Checkmate 2)

I love how we both pretend we aren’t turned on listening to the hot couple next door. Giggle giggle.

Was I turned on listening to them?

Not exactly.

But was I thinking about Ang and I making similar noises?

Maybe.

Let’s just touch ourselves and admit we’re kinda horny. Don’t pretend like you weren’t thinking it… You were hoping he’d admit he’s into it, too. Eventually he’d make a move and put you both out of your misery.

Will Angelo make a move?

No, because he has no clue I even like him. He doesn’t see me the way I’ve become to see him.

Awesome communication skills, Laine.

Unfortunately for you, the man you’re hoping will make a move is scared of freaking you out. So this one’s on you. You’ve gotta make the first move. He’ll join the party once you put his dick in your mouth.

What would he do if I simply threw myself at him? I’m not quite at the ‘drop to my knees’ stage of this situation, but what if I tossed all common sense aside and put everything on the line? My pride. My dignity. My heart.

Would he reciprocate?

Would he run away like I had cooties?

Would he send me home with a patronizing pat on the ass and a memo to get a stern talking to by my brother?

“Tastes good?”

I jump in my seat and choke on dry pancake. Turning to Ang with tears in my eyes, I cough the pancake out of my lungs and smack his thigh when he does nothing but grin.

“You okay?”

“Shut up.” I push my food away and pretend my red cheeks are from nearly dying. “I’m choking.”

“Guess breakfast tastes good, then.” He pats my back, and what starts as gentle taps turn to solid thumps when he realizes I’m not as fragile as he thought. “Here.” He passes his coffee, since I already chugged mine. “Wash it down. The freaks are done.” He nods across the freeway toward a laughing Kane and Jess. “We’re ready to roll, so no time for the ER.”

“You’re so kind,” I joke. I sip the cooling coffee and try not to be weird about the fact we’re sharing a coffee. We’ve done this before. Angelo didn’t obsess about how my lips touched the rim of the mug, so I need to get my head together and stop being weird.

Damn Kane!

And since I texted her last night while Ang ran to get food, damn Sonia.

And while I’m freely blaming the people in my life, damn Jessie, too!

Maybe I should just shake my ass and see what happens…

“Hey, lovers.” Kane drags Jess toward the car with a filthy grin marring his face. He tosses his backpack into the trunk and messes my hair as he passes. “Morning, Twink. Sleep well?”

“No.” Ang turns with a glare. “We didn’t, because our neighbors were too fucking noisy and grossed us out.”

“Not my fault you wanted in on the action, band geek.” Kane slams the trunk and helps Jess into the backseat. “You should learn how to channel that anger into a girl. It feels better, I promise. There are two guys in this car right now, but only one of us has blue balls.”

Ang’s angry eyes turn murderous. His gaze flickers toward me, as though he’s scared I might freak at the sex talk being thrown around. “Shut the fuck up, Bishop. Get in. We’re running late.”

“Hold on.” He pulls the permanent marker from his pocket and drops a kiss on Jess’ cheek. “Running in to get coffee, then Jay’s gotta take a piss. Back in five.”

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