Page 92 of Connectio

Will slides his hand into my hair and grips me gently. “Elizabeth.”

“’es?”

“You want me to blow in your mouth?”

I pause. How sweet. I’ve never been asked this before, never been given the choice, and for that, I say, “’es,” again.

Will jerks once then twice before warmth hits the back of my throat, slick and thick. I swallow, which is when I realise my eyes are watering and I’m in desperate need of oxygen.

Releasing him from my mouth, I gulp all the air I can when he reaches down, cups my face, and guides me to his mouth, his tongue slipping between my lips as he kisses me long and hard but oh so tenderly.

“I like you very much,” he says as he pulls away, his eyes alive with humour. “And so does Molly by the looks of it.” Will gestures to where Molly is sitting by the bed, head resting on the mattress, staring at me like I’m her long-lost love.

“Oh my God!” I roll off him. “Did she just watch me give you head?”

“Probably.”

“Will! That’s—” I pull the blanket over my head. “—so embarrassing.”

He chuckles. “She’s a dog.”

“A perverted dog.”

“Hey! You just hurt her feelings.”

“Are you kidding me?” I wrench the blanket down again.

“Look.” He points toward the door. “She’s leaving.”

“Good!”

Rolling on top of me, he bears his weight on his elbows and nudges my nose with his. “What do you want to do now?”

“Wipe Molly’s memory.”

He chuckles again. “Besides that.”

“Take a shower.”

“Done. Then what?”

“Er… watch a movie?”

“Then what?”

I laugh. “I don’t know… have something to eat?”

“Then what?”

“Go home?”

“Wrong answer.”

I cock an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to have a sleepover, Will?”

The cutest boyish smile illuminates his eyes, and he nods.

Covering my face with my hands, I peek through my spread fingers. “Okay. I’ll sleep over.”