“Jaxon?” I jump up but she’s quick to push me back down.
“Don’t be an asshole, Zane. You know he’s a good guy.”
I smile, giving her a loving shove. “You’re right. As far as guys go, he’s decent.”
“Better than you.”
“Fuck off. You worship me.”
“Ugh. I know. It’s a curse. Always have, always will.”
“Feeling is mutual, S. Go get him.”
“What? How?”
“It’s simple… You walk up and you say, ‘Want to make out?’ He’ll probably blow his load on the spot.”
“And that’s why it’s a curse. Right now, I want to hate you.”
“But you can’t.” I smile wide and she pokes out her tongue.
“God, I wish I could tell you what I know right now. But instead, I’m going to let you stew on it.”
“What?” I stare at her confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing.” She smirks before spinning on her stiletto heel and prancing away.Prancing. While I’m struggling to figure out what the fuck is going on.Sisters.
The night goes on with me unable to move from my seat, chatting to anyone that stops by, my gaze seeking Blair whenever I can.
After I’ve been staring at her for a good five minutes this time, she catches me watching and raises a brow, her eyes bouncing around the room before she makes her way over.
“I’ve barely seen you tonight,” she says above the music, perching on my lap and wriggling to get comfortable.
I’d be worried if we didn’t do this often, never attracting a second glance. The whole town knows we’re friends. Most of them think she’s like a little sister to me.If only they knew the things I wanted to do to her.
This time when she sits down, however, her short dress lifts dangerously high on her thighs, giving me a view of her black lace panties when my gaze travels down.
With an internal growl, I search the room for voyeurs, sighing in relief when I realize our legs are hidden from view.
Only I can see her, and fuck, that feels good.
“So…” Blair continues when I don’t respond. “Where have you been?”
“I’ve been here.” I lean in, letting my lips brush against her skin, loving when she shivers. “You seem to be having fun.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
“I have.”
“Then you’d know that while Iamhaving fun, my night could be better.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She swivels in my lap, repositioning herself until she can whisper in my ear, the movement drawing her dress even higher.
I close my eyes to stop myself from looking, imagining the smile on her lips.
“I want you, Zane. I wish you could touch me.”
