Page 77 of Wild Like Us

My pulse flat lines at the sheer dread in her face.

“No, no, no, no.” Her hands are on her thighs, bent over. She’s looking back at the motel.

“Hey, talk to me, Sul.” I can’t fucking breathe. “Was it me pinning your arms above your head? I won’t do that—”

“I liked that—I really,reallyliked that.”

I run my fingers through my hair. “I should’ve asked to kiss you.”

“I should’ve saidhold onor…something.Fuck.” Sulli buries her face in her hands. “I knew you were going to kiss me. I wanted you to kiss me. This is all fucked up.”

“What’s fucked up about it?” My face twists. “Sulli?”

She has a haunted look.

“Sulli?!” I’m freaking out. That I did something wrong. That someone hurt her in the past.Did her ex abuse her?Is she okay?

My mind is racing in a thousand panicked directions.

“I can explain.” She holds out a hand. “But I can’t explain without Banks.”

“What?” My face screws up more.

“We need to go to Banks.Right now.”

I don’t get it. I don’t need to get it. I just want answers.

So I listen to Sulli, and we don’t walk back to the motel.

We run like we’re playing The Floor is Lava. Our feet are on fire. So is my head, my heart, my body—I’m burning alive.

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SULLIVAN MEADOWS

What in the fuck?

How did I go from havingzerobodyguards—pals, buddies, whatever-the-fuck—who like me to suddenly two whokissedme? My mind can’t wrap around the fact that not too long ago, I firmly believed BanksandAkara would rather kiss an anteater than kiss me.

My experience with guys, dating, kissing—the works—is microscopic. I have one ex to compare all guys to. I’m not sure I’m equipped to handle kissingtwomen in less than 24-hours. Guilt pried my lips off Akara pretty fast. Was I cheating on Banks?

It’s not like we solidified anything.

But it felt shitty.

Really shitty.

Because I still really, really,reallyfucking like Banks, and I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to hurt Akara.

What the hell is even happening?

Two guys.

Two kisses.

I amnotElena Gilbert. I’m not emotionally prepared for a love triangle. And oh fuck, I can’t believe I’m thinking aboutThe Vampire Diariesright now.

I totally blame this on my mom and Aunt Willow. One rainy summer at the lake house, they sat my sister, some cousins, and me in front of the TV anddemandedwe binge-watch all seven seasons.