“Still pisses me off.”
Corrigan barked a laugh. “You’re just saying that because you like her.”
I glared.
Logan kissed him and I rolled my eyes.
Grace dodged a group of laughing seniors and drew abreast our group. Her smile tightened at the sight of Corrigan and Logan’s locked lips, but she said brightly, “Everything’s set. Next year will pale in comparison, but as the senior class President—I can conquer uncharted seas and bring unity to our school once again.”
My lips thinned and Bryce waited for my response.
Corrigan grinned, waiting, as he lifted his head from Logan’s lips.
And I remarked, “I’m about to vomit.”
Grace was undisturbed and she raised a hand in the air, “Vomit all you want, One with Negative Sarcasm, but you’re gone and I’m still here next year. This school will rebound after Sheldon Jeneve.” And then she ended it with, “Do you want to go to church right now?”
“Do you want to suck Bryce’s dick right now?”
Logan blushed, but Grace merely smiled—this was why we were friends—and said sweetly, “That’s your job, not mine.”
“And yours would be…?”
“Keeping your conscience intact.”
It was a weird friendship.
Later, curled in bed with Bryce, I rolled out from underneath him and asked, “Do you remember when we were going to Leisha’s candlelight vigil?”
Bryce shifted to his side, smoothed a hand down my flushed cheek, and asked
huskily, “Why?” He bent and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek and worked his way to my neck. I fell on my back and Bryce settled half on top of me. He continued his caresses as I stroked a hand in his hair and asked the ceiling, “When I told your mom that if I had a daughter and she had your eyes…”
Bryce finished for me as he lifted his head again, “If my mom would want her to cry?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” he said faintly. “I remember.”
“What if…?” I raked my hand through his hair and grinned wolfishly.
“What if what? If we have kids?”
I shuddered at the thought. “God no, that’s like…years away and we’ll probably have broken up by then or killed each other, but…maybe someday.”
He ignored that, “I think that if we had a child, she’d have my good-looks and your tongue.”
I thought so too, but I murmured, “I’m pretty hot too.”
Bryce kissed me and the warmth sparked again.
He shifted and rolled me underneath him.
I murmured as my speech was quickly evaporating underneath Bryce’s exploring caresses, “I want to go to Leisha and Bailey’s candlelight vigil next year.”
Bryce paused again and stared down at me, lustfully and intently.
I whispered, hoarsely, “I want to go with you and Corrigan, just you and Corrigan.”
Bryce nodded and when I saw the love in his eyes, I reversed our positions and straddled him instead. He grinned, just as wolfishly as I had earlier, and said, “I have Miss Connors’ handcuffs, you know….”
THE END
Corrigan barked a laugh. “You’re just saying that because you like her.”
I glared.
Logan kissed him and I rolled my eyes.
Grace dodged a group of laughing seniors and drew abreast our group. Her smile tightened at the sight of Corrigan and Logan’s locked lips, but she said brightly, “Everything’s set. Next year will pale in comparison, but as the senior class President—I can conquer uncharted seas and bring unity to our school once again.”
My lips thinned and Bryce waited for my response.
Corrigan grinned, waiting, as he lifted his head from Logan’s lips.
And I remarked, “I’m about to vomit.”
Grace was undisturbed and she raised a hand in the air, “Vomit all you want, One with Negative Sarcasm, but you’re gone and I’m still here next year. This school will rebound after Sheldon Jeneve.” And then she ended it with, “Do you want to go to church right now?”
“Do you want to suck Bryce’s dick right now?”
Logan blushed, but Grace merely smiled—this was why we were friends—and said sweetly, “That’s your job, not mine.”
“And yours would be…?”
“Keeping your conscience intact.”
It was a weird friendship.
Later, curled in bed with Bryce, I rolled out from underneath him and asked, “Do you remember when we were going to Leisha’s candlelight vigil?”
Bryce shifted to his side, smoothed a hand down my flushed cheek, and asked
huskily, “Why?” He bent and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek and worked his way to my neck. I fell on my back and Bryce settled half on top of me. He continued his caresses as I stroked a hand in his hair and asked the ceiling, “When I told your mom that if I had a daughter and she had your eyes…”
Bryce finished for me as he lifted his head again, “If my mom would want her to cry?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” he said faintly. “I remember.”
“What if…?” I raked my hand through his hair and grinned wolfishly.
“What if what? If we have kids?”
I shuddered at the thought. “God no, that’s like…years away and we’ll probably have broken up by then or killed each other, but…maybe someday.”
He ignored that, “I think that if we had a child, she’d have my good-looks and your tongue.”
I thought so too, but I murmured, “I’m pretty hot too.”
Bryce kissed me and the warmth sparked again.
He shifted and rolled me underneath him.
I murmured as my speech was quickly evaporating underneath Bryce’s exploring caresses, “I want to go to Leisha and Bailey’s candlelight vigil next year.”
Bryce paused again and stared down at me, lustfully and intently.
I whispered, hoarsely, “I want to go with you and Corrigan, just you and Corrigan.”
Bryce nodded and when I saw the love in his eyes, I reversed our positions and straddled him instead. He grinned, just as wolfishly as I had earlier, and said, “I have Miss Connors’ handcuffs, you know….”
THE END
