“I could never live here,” Lily states, still hanging on to my back.
When I tickle her ankles, she lets out a squeal, making random pedestrians give us a quick glance.
“I think I know what you’re about to say.”
“It’s so damn cloudy!” she exclaims right in my ear. “Just one day out of the month of rain is enough for me. The sun always needs to be beaming down for my happiness.”
“Trust me, I know.” I wail through the pinch her fingers make in my neck. “Tears would come to your eyes when clouds blocked the sun.”
“Because how dare they!”
She’s getting so riled up; she hasn’t noticed the person following us from afar, who is now taking pictures of us. Reaching up, I make sure the ball cap she’s wearing is covering her eyes. Fixing my own, I hike her further up my hips and quicken my pace.
I’m not sure if London being really rainy is just a stereotype, but mist coats our faces with each step we take. The fog today is no joke.
“Remember what I would always say to you?”
She groans but repeats my words anyway. “The sun always shines after a storm.”
“With that positivity, you could be the human sun for London.”
“I think that’s you,” she mumbles, resting her chin on my shoulder. “I’m more like the moon.”
I smile before even speaking because her patience for me is going to waver after my next comment. “Yeah, but a full moon because you drive some people crazy.”
Her fingers grip my face, almost making me trip on the sidewalk. She pulls my mouth to hers, taking my bottom lip hungrily between both hers. I feel her revenge when she very lightly bites down on my bottom lip.
Little tease.
“Was that supposed to make me mad? Because I’m just turned the fuck on,” I mumble against her plump mouth and smile when she sighs deeply.
“My revenge is leaving you hard all day and night.” She sounds delighted, breaking the most awful news.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenge, running through the streets, leaving the other two couples in our dust. “Joke’s on you, Sweet Cheeks. My torture would become you’re own.”
“I’ll sneak into Rowan’s room and be his new roommate.” She tightens her legs around my waist. “I wonder if he snores as loud as you do.”
Anger flares in my chest at just the thought of another man having Lily the way I’ve longed to for years. “Do that, but just know after even one hour, the poor guy would go missing.”
She scoffs. “The other day, when the fruit fly we had been trying to catch for days landed in your lap, you refused to kill it because you felt bad.”
She bites my earlobe, and a shiver racks my bones at the feel of her tongue poking out between her pearly whites.
“A small life is still a life, Lily,” I scold her like she’s a cold-blooded killer when, in reality, she’s the most harmless person I know.
“Lovebirds!” Trinity screams.
Spinning us both around, I find the group huddling around a bunch of bikes you could rent for a few hours.
“What do you say, want to feel some wind on our faces?”
And that’s why, now, all of us are trying to stay upright, being a nuisance to the public while biking through the busy streets of London.
“You know what our band name should be?” Trinity screams, dodging Leonidas when he slows down with no warning, almost sending her flying.
“We already have band names,” I reply, winking at a little girl who stops mid-stride with her mouth agape when she spots us.
From where I am, I can see her shake her head.
