“Mm. Fuck. You taste incredible,” he whispers.
My body sparks again, already wanting more. I want all of him. I want him to take me fully.
Kristopher kisses me again, and I taste myself on his lips. It’s erotic, unexpected.
He steps back and lets me slide off the copy machine, then starts laughing, unable to keep the volume low.
“What?” I hiss, glancing nervously at the door. “What’s so funny?”
He leans past me and collects the fresh photocopy from the tray, holding it up so I can see. A perfect print of my ass pressed against the glass of the machine.
I start giggling, too, and he folds the page and shoves it into his pocket.
“This is a memory I want to keep,” he smirks.
“Please, throw that away, shred it,” I say, embarrassed.
“Not a chance. I’m going to frame it for my bedroom wall.”
We laugh, my cheeks flushed pink as I straighten my clothes. But then Kristopher steps back and folds his arms across his chest, and the air in the small room shifts slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my stomach tensing with nerves, noticing the frown furrowing his brow.
“Why did you tell me you’ve never donethatbefore. I know you’ve been on other dates,” he says, the tone of his voice suggesting that it’s not just an assumption, but actual knowledge of me going on dates.
Did Jess tell him I went on dates? Why would she talk to her brother about that kind of stuff?
“Just because I went on dates doesn’t mean I was intimate with the guys,” I say defensively.
“Why not?” he demands, and my tension rises again.
“Because,” I huff.
Because none of them were you. None of them ever stood a chance.
“Because?” he pushes.
“It just didn’t feel right, so, if they tried to kiss me or ask for a second date…I just said no. Okay?” I glare at him, hoping that the look in my eyes leaves no room for negotiation.
One corner of his lip curls upwards. He looks satisfied with my response. In fact, he looks rather pleased with it.
I narrow my eyes, trying to work out what this means to him.Imagine if he knew the truth. That he’s the reason they didn’t feel right.
I press my lips together and turn to gather the photocopies I took, the ones I need for my notes.
“I just need to copy two more pages,” I remark, turning my back on him.
“Go ahead. I’ll wait. What are you in the mood for for dinner? I was thinking we should stop and grab a pizza on the way home.”
“Won’t that offend Jeremey? I’m sure he’s already made something.”
Kristopher chuckles. “Little one, you are the queen of that castle. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. If you feel like pizza, nothing else matters.”
“I’m not the one who feels like pizza. You are,” I tease him.
“What do you feel like?” he asks, stepping close to me as I gather the book and my copies, my task finished.
I tilt my head to the side, pretending to consider his question.
