Page 88 of Boys Who Taint

I grasp Grey’s shirt, pull him toward me, and smash my lips onto his. They’re sweet, like red-wine-poached pears, a delicate taste of what could be if only I let him in. So I kiss him with everything I have to give, hoping it’ll be enough to stave off the worst.

And if this is truly it, if this is going to be the trigger, then at least I’ve gone out with a bang and hurt both of them back by kissing the only boy who’s ever shown me the right kind of love.

When I pull back, he gazes at me with bewilderment, completely overtaken by the sudden outpouring of love, like he didn’t expect it at all.

But then he grabs my face with both hands and slams his lips right back onto mine, and my heart begins to sing.

Grey

Fuck yes.

Finally, her lips are mine.

She tastes so damn good I just want to eat her alive, but I have to stay composed … gentle, just like I’ve made her believe I am. My lips are greedy but respectful as I claim her, but I have been waiting forever for this. For these lips to finally crave mine as much as I have yearned for them.

God, what I haven’t done to make this mouth mine. If only she knew how madly captivated by the mere idea I’ve been just at the chance to kiss her like this, to touch her body, make her shiver and her eyes roll into the back of her head. God, I would beg for it if she’d let me. But how could I ever explain to her this crazed obsession without scaring her away?

I kiss her deeply and look into her eyes, trying to decipher whether she wants me just as much. If she ever could without knowing the real me.

She kissed me first.

And out of nowhere too.

“Why’d you kiss me?” I mutter, fanning a hot breath across her lips.

“Because you’re my boyfriend,” she says, smiling.

I wonder if anything I said triggered her. “I mean, why now?”

She shrugs. “It felt right.”

I grin. That’s right. We don’t need a reason to kiss. I’m her fucking boyfriend. I’m Aspen Caruso’s boyfriend, and no one can ever fucking beat that.

I grab her chin and kiss her deeply, slowly moving us both to the corner behind the bookshelves where no one will see us. This part of her is mine and only mine.

I refuse to stop kissing her. Whatever took over her soul there for a moment, I want to capture it, lock it in a bottle, and take it with me wherever I go.

“God, you taste so goddamn perfect,” I murmur into her mouth as I drag her along.

When I grab her ass, she moans into my mouth, and the sound sets me off. Tightly gripping her, I hoist her onto the table behind us and kiss her harder, faster, everywhere, on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her ear, her clavicles. God, I want to taste it all.

“What are you doing?” She giggles.

“Taking what I’ve wanted for so damn long,” I whisper.

Levi

Gripping my books,I head into the library and put in my earbuds so I can listen to my current obsession, “Nerves” by DPR IAN. Nothing quite gets me like listening to his songs on repeat while I continue to do homework, like it still matters. Even though I know it’s all futile, because eventually the Caruso family and Felix Rivera will punt me off Spine Ridge U, and all that’s left will be hopes and dreams turned to ash.

But I’m still here … for now.

I walk up the staircase toward the study corner in the back, where it’s normally quiet because no one ever comes here. Sinceonly self-help books and old historical nonfiction are up here, it’s the perfect place to be left alone.

However, the second I hear smooching up ahead, I pause and listen.

“No, not here. Someone will see us.”

That voice sounded … familiar.