“Por tí.” I kissed her wrist.About you.
She tossed the comforter aside, grinning. “God, that was cheesy. I loved it. Give me a minute.”
No skirt this time—just an oversized hoodie and sweats over her PJs. We slipped out of the room and tiptoed downstairs like thieves, pulling faces every time one of us made too much noise.
Outside at last, I dragged in a lungful of cool night air. “Fucking finally. Sometimes I can’t breathe in there.”
Kaia slid into the passenger seat of Ale’s Lexus. “Is that why you keep so little in your room? Because you want to leave?”
I hadn’t realized she noticed. But I couldn’t lie. “I’ll probably look for my own place this summer. Then you can come over whenever you want, no hiding.”
“You’re thinking ahead.” She smoothed her fingertips over the seat belt, lashes shadowing her cheeks.
I swallowed, twisting the key in the ignition. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want us to last.”
She was the first girl who mattered this much. I’d dated before, but never seen anyone the way I saw Kaia. I still had no clue what the fuck I was doing, and if our parents found out, they’d try to tear us apart. None of it mattered.
I curled my palm over her thigh. “Don’t worry about the future, okay? I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.”
Kaia covered my hand with hers. She stayed quiet on the drive, eyes fixed on the city lights flashing past, but when I parked, her smile lit up.
“How do you know about this place?” she asked as she slid from the car.
“Dawson,” I said, locking the Lexus though we were alone on a hill overlooking Stetbourg. “He used to come here with his wife. Said the view was the best in the city.”
I laced my fingers through Kaia’s and led her to the fallen tree trunk that worked as a bench.
She nestled against me, gaze sweeping the horizon. “I love the city at night.”
“Me too.” I brushed my lips over her temple. “It’s got a charge to it. I used to ride my bike after midnight, just to feel it.”
“Alone?” she asked, tilting her face up.
“Yeah. But I think I want to do that with you.”
“So, we’ll make sneaking out a habit?”
She deserved better than secrets. I wanted to take her out, date her, show her off. It fucking killed me that I couldn’t.
I slid my fingers through her hair. “Unless your father comes to his fucking senses and lets you go out with me.”
Kaia scoffed. “Not gonna happen. Odds aren’t in my favor, so sneaking it is.”
She rose without warning. Before I could ask, she straddled my lap, arms winding around my neck. Her warm curves pressed into me, blood surging hot and fast. Shit. I needed control.
Her nails raked down my nape, goosebumps sparking across my skin. “Fuck,” I breathed, hauling her closer by the backs of her thighs. “That felt good. You’re not playing fair, peque.”
“Neither are you,” Kaia whispered, edging closer. Her breath brushed my lips before her tongue traced the seam of my mouth—bolder now, hot, and somehow even more endearing.
“Teach me what you like.” She tugged gently at my hair, kissing the corner of my mouth. “How do you want me to kiss you?”
She’d be the death of me. “However you want,” I rasped.
She trailed wet kisses down my neck, teeth grazing my skin. My breathing fractured, body hardening to the point of pain. Fucking hell. It felt like someone had swapped my blood for gasoline and lit a match.
Her hands slid beneath my hoodie, fingertips sketching patterns across my stomach. I threw my head back, offering her more of my throat.
I should’ve stopped her, but I couldn’t break the spell. She’d filled my nights ever since our first kiss, every thought leading back to her.
