I groan and nip at her red lipstick painted bottom lip. “I want to go home, sass. I want to tear this pretty dress off you and worship you like you deserve.”
She rakes her nails along the sides of my neck making me shiver. “Soon. We have to get through this party first.”
I kiss her again, and boldly roam my hands over her ass. When she moans, my dick nearly rips out of the confines of my pants. That is until I hear a giggle.
We bolt apart and I stare in horror at Ruthie and Layla peeking in the open door, matching mischievous grins on their faces.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Hey girlies,” Clara says in a high-pitched voice. “Show me your new dolls Grandma got you.”
They cheer and race off. Clara shoots me a panicked look before disappearing. I hope to fuck she can convince them not to say anything.
This is bad.
So bad.
Shaking, I make my way out of my old room, past Dad’s office that once was Clara’s room, and steal a glance in the room the girls share. Layla makes direct eye contact with me and makes her Barbie and Ken kiss. Ruthie laughs uncontrollably as Clara whispers things to them.
I take off like my ass is on fire.
I’m able to slip outside to hide without being detected. It’s cold as fuck and snowing. Again. I let the snow numb my skin and the cold slow my erratic heartbeat.
Stupid.
I’m so fucking stupid.
Kissing Clara in our parents’ house was beyond stupid. It was like taking the pin off a grenade. Now I have to wait for it to explode in my face.
Bile burns up my throat. I itch to drown myself in one of the cocktails we have planned to serve tonight, but I can’t letYolanda down further than I already have. She’s going to need for me to help her pull off this epic Christmas party.
What happens when the girls tattle on us?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
In this moment, without Clara, I realize I have no one to talk to. No friends. No confidants. Nothing. And, pretty soon, I’ll have no family either.
“Look what the cat dragged in all the way from New York,” a familiar voice says. “How the hell have you been, man?”
Bug Eyes?
A motherfucking cherry on a shitastic sundae.
“Hey,” I grunt, voice pained. “Long time, no see.”
James strides along the show-shoveled sidewalk and onto the porch, jutting his hand out to shake mine. I take his proffered hand and give it a squeeze. I’ve been away for far too long, because he’s not the same bug-eyed guy I remember. He’s growing a beard and I don’t see any eye boogers. If I’m being honest with myself, he looks good.
Maybe Yolanda should set him up with Clara. James is our friend. He’s a good man.
My stomach burns hot with disgust. I can’t stomach the idea of them together.
She belongs with me.
Unfortunately, that ship has sailed. Our sisters caught us kissing. It’s only a matter of time before that shit explodes my life into a million pieces.
“You okay?” James asks. “You’re looking a little sick. Been hitting the cocktails early?”
