Page 25 of Pills and Potions: Kase

“Why not?” I stepped closer. “You grown, right? You bought it. Hid it. Probably rode it like your life depended on it.”

She looked like she wanted the floor to eat her. I leaned in, close enough to smell her lotion. That soft, clean scent that always clung to her.

“Just so we clear… if you ever wanna feel somethin’ that don’t need batteries, all you gotta do is ask.”

Blyss’s breath hitched. Her whole body froze.

“Kase…”

“Yeah?”

“You’re… unbelievable.”

I grinned. “And you still thinkin’ about that vibrator… or my dick.”

She turned away, grabbed a water bottle, tryin’ to dip before she folded. I could tell she wanted to say somethin’ back, but didn’t have the courage to. Instead, she stayed quiet. I should’ve left it there. But I didn’t because I loved getting under her skin.

“Ain’t no shame in curiosity, Wheels. Just don’t be scared of the real thing.”

She paused, looked back over her shoulder. “Maybe I’m not.”

That made me pause. She was still flushed, but she meant it. That response was bold for her. I walked up toward Blyss and pressed her against the counter, taking a long whiff of her scent, and smirked. Without asking any questions, I lifted her up onto the counter.. When her thighs tensed, I stepped between them. She looked up at me like she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me in. My hands locked around her waist, firm, not rough, as her hoodie rode up just enough to give me a glimpse of that soft brown skin underneath.

“You don’t even know what the fuck you askin’ for,” I muttered. “You sittin’ here, lookin’ all wide-eyed and breathin’ heavy, tryna act like you ready, but if I fucked you the way I really want to, I’d have you callin’ out for mercy and searchin’ the floor for them busted-ass glasses.”

She said nothing, but the way her thighs clenched told me everything.

“I’d break you in the best way,” I whispered. “Fuck you so good, you’d forget where you lived. You’d be beggin’ for it, but tryin’ to hold your little tears back ‘cause you ain’t built for pressure like that.”

I kissed her, deep and slow, with that grip-you-by-the-neck energy. My hand slid to the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, holding her still while my mouth moved over hers like I owned it. She tasted sweet, like tea and temptation. And for a second, she kissed me back, soft lips parting, breath catching, body pressing closer like she forgot who she was dealin’ with. Then I pulled back, just enough to leave her lips chasing mine, hungry, confused. It was control.

“You think this means something?” I asked, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip, watching her breath hitch. “Younot ready for this. You sweet. Soft. Sensitive. I break hearts like yours, ma.”

I leaned in, let my lips brush her jaw before I whispered, “We from different worlds. I like flashy shit. Fast nights, loud rooms, bad decisions.” I smirked. “You read books on purpose. You laugh with a snort when shit’s barely funny. You still ask people if they wanna talk about their feelings.”

Her eyes snapped up to mine, wounded and narrowing at the same time.

“Did you just call me a geek?”

I grinned slow. “If the glasses fit, Wheels.”

She stared at me, lips trembling like she was tryna hold it together.

“You don’t think I’m good enough to sleep with,” she said it like her feelings were bruised, like that one cut deep.

I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip, ready to say somethin’ cold. But the words that came out... weren’t what I expected.

“I do,” I said low. “I think about it way more than I should.”

She frowned , caught off guard.

“I think about you,” I admitted, jaw tight. “But you ain’t what I’m used to. You’re awkward and geeky and soft in a way I don’t know how to handle. You don’t match what I built.”

But damn… you feel better than the ones who do. The way you blush, the way your eyes get big when I talk slick… I like that shit. Too much. You’re real in a way I ain’t ready for.

She didn’t speak, just watched me like I was unravelin’.

“I been talkin’ slick, makin’ you feel small. Not ‘cause I don’t want you—but because I do. And I hate that I do.”