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Story: Sweet Girl
I’ve had a crush on this girl since before I knew what a fucking crush was. She’s gorgeous, smart, and funny, and everyone likes her. Because, how could you not?
“What’s up?”
What’s up? Way to play it cool, Aidan, shit.
“Trying to hide out?”
“I guess? Just trying to find some peace and quiet for ten minutes.”
She sits down next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and I have to work overtime to keep my breathing steady. She’s so fucking pretty, and she smells like the red cherry lollipop she keeps popping into her mouth.
“Aren’t you usually in the darkroom?”
She noticed?
“Yeah, Mr. Kirby let’s me use it to develop my photography.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“You trying to hide out?”
Her eyes dart away, and she pulls the sleeves of her shirt down further over her wrists. Warning bells go off in my head. Maybe she’s just as lost as I am. For the first time since I’ve known her, she looks vulnerable, unsure, and tired. The kind of tired that’s bone-deep and can’t be fixed with a good night’s rest.
Silence stretches between us, sitting in a random aisle of the library, while she continues to lick and suck that damn lollipop. I don’t realize I’m staring at her until she speaks.
“It’s wild cherry. Want to try it?”
Can sixteen year old’s have heart attacks? It sure as hell feels like we can.
“Sure. Want to listen? It’s Weezer.”
“Sure.”
She hands me the white stick holding her lollipop and I give her the AirPod I had taken out to talk to her.
The taste of wild cherry and something else that is just so her explodes on my tongue. Hell, I wish I could taste it from the source. Wish I could kiss her. Wish she’d look at a loner kid like me like I was someone important to her. If this is as close as I’ll ever get to Emma, I’ll die happy.
I’ve wanted Emma for years, and now that she’s here, now that she’s finally a goddamn option, waiting is killing me. I’m fucking done waiting.
CHAPTER9
emma
After the sexually charged breakfast andwaking up fully thanks to Aidan’s latte, I followed Dom back to his bedroom to shower and get ready for the day. My panties were so wet that I was going to have to change them anyway and was thankful that I thought to pack several pairs, knowing how Dominik can be. Aidan is a flirt, but he’s been more and more blatant with his desire for me. My head swirls with possibilities as I strip and step into the shower with Dominik, letting the spray of the hot water relax my tense muscles.
“I see your mind working,moya lyubov’.”
Dom picks up the shampoo that I leave in his shower for the nights I sleep here and pours some into his palm before reaching for me. I turn and relax into his hands as he washes my hair. God, he’s so attentive. His looks and touch alone tell me constantly how he feels. He’s not much of a talker, but he shows love in everything he does.
It takes me a second before I decide not to show all my cards openly. How do you tell the man you’re in love with that you desperately want his best friends? Even if said man seems to want the same thing. His show last night at the gym and then again while he fucked me senseless has turned my brain to goo, and there’s only one person I want to talk to about it right now.
“Wondering if Cruz will have an update on the bug, I’ve got some errands to run today and writing to focus on before work this afternoon.”
“We’ll ask him when we’re done here. But I can always drive with Aidan, and you can use my SUV. Or . . .”
I hitch an eyebrow at him, wondering what he’s about to suggest.
“Or?”
“What’s up?”
What’s up? Way to play it cool, Aidan, shit.
“Trying to hide out?”
“I guess? Just trying to find some peace and quiet for ten minutes.”
She sits down next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and I have to work overtime to keep my breathing steady. She’s so fucking pretty, and she smells like the red cherry lollipop she keeps popping into her mouth.
“Aren’t you usually in the darkroom?”
She noticed?
“Yeah, Mr. Kirby let’s me use it to develop my photography.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“You trying to hide out?”
Her eyes dart away, and she pulls the sleeves of her shirt down further over her wrists. Warning bells go off in my head. Maybe she’s just as lost as I am. For the first time since I’ve known her, she looks vulnerable, unsure, and tired. The kind of tired that’s bone-deep and can’t be fixed with a good night’s rest.
Silence stretches between us, sitting in a random aisle of the library, while she continues to lick and suck that damn lollipop. I don’t realize I’m staring at her until she speaks.
“It’s wild cherry. Want to try it?”
Can sixteen year old’s have heart attacks? It sure as hell feels like we can.
“Sure. Want to listen? It’s Weezer.”
“Sure.”
She hands me the white stick holding her lollipop and I give her the AirPod I had taken out to talk to her.
The taste of wild cherry and something else that is just so her explodes on my tongue. Hell, I wish I could taste it from the source. Wish I could kiss her. Wish she’d look at a loner kid like me like I was someone important to her. If this is as close as I’ll ever get to Emma, I’ll die happy.
I’ve wanted Emma for years, and now that she’s here, now that she’s finally a goddamn option, waiting is killing me. I’m fucking done waiting.
CHAPTER9
emma
After the sexually charged breakfast andwaking up fully thanks to Aidan’s latte, I followed Dom back to his bedroom to shower and get ready for the day. My panties were so wet that I was going to have to change them anyway and was thankful that I thought to pack several pairs, knowing how Dominik can be. Aidan is a flirt, but he’s been more and more blatant with his desire for me. My head swirls with possibilities as I strip and step into the shower with Dominik, letting the spray of the hot water relax my tense muscles.
“I see your mind working,moya lyubov’.”
Dom picks up the shampoo that I leave in his shower for the nights I sleep here and pours some into his palm before reaching for me. I turn and relax into his hands as he washes my hair. God, he’s so attentive. His looks and touch alone tell me constantly how he feels. He’s not much of a talker, but he shows love in everything he does.
It takes me a second before I decide not to show all my cards openly. How do you tell the man you’re in love with that you desperately want his best friends? Even if said man seems to want the same thing. His show last night at the gym and then again while he fucked me senseless has turned my brain to goo, and there’s only one person I want to talk to about it right now.
“Wondering if Cruz will have an update on the bug, I’ve got some errands to run today and writing to focus on before work this afternoon.”
“We’ll ask him when we’re done here. But I can always drive with Aidan, and you can use my SUV. Or . . .”
I hitch an eyebrow at him, wondering what he’s about to suggest.
“Or?”
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