“Seriously?” Her jaw dropped in a scandalized grin. “Tell me everything.”
“Just once!” I groaned. “And don’t get excited. It didn’t mean anything. We were just practicing for when we finally kissed boys.”
“Kiera, do you realize how fucking gay that is?”
“I’m not gay!”
“That’s what they all say.” She laughed, grabbing a couple of jack stands off a nearby shelf. “Listen, I have to hand it to you. Your commitment to being wrong about this is really admirable.”
“You’re deluded,” I laughed. “Your desperation for this to be a thing has blinded you to reality.”
She shook her head, “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Come talk to me in a few years when you’ve got an undercut and a septum piercing.”
“Is that gay?”
“Super. And that’s a question.” Leo smirked as she dropped one of the jacks down.
“No fair!” I pouted.
“Never said I’d play fair.” I wanted to be mad, but she was too goddamn charming, and she knew it too. “If you had to chose between me and Spencer, which one of us would you fuck?”
“Neither. Straight.” I tilted my chin down to meet her gaze.
“‘Neither’ isn’t an option. You’ve gotta choose.”
“I really don’t.”
“You really have no idea? After everything you saw the other night?”
My mind flashed back to the dark living room. The way their bodies writhed for my pleasure, desperate to meet my every command. I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to have the tables turned, to let them touch me instead of each other.
“Neither.” I swallowed hard.
“Fine, then I get another question.” Leo wiped her gloves against her workpants as she crossed the space between us. “Can I have a kiss? Y’know, since it doesn’t mean anything?”
“Leo…” I sat up straighter as those warm brown eyes locked on mine.
“Just a question. Any answer is fine, Princess.”
My heart beat a bit harder at the boldness of the suggestion. A part of me wanted to do it just for the bit. Another part was curious what it would be like.
“Come,” I beckoned to her with a finger.
She closed the distance between us easily, eyes glimmering with excitement at the prospect. But as she leaned closer, I turned my head to the left and tapped my cheek. “This is all you’re getting.”
“Works for me,” she muttered, voice husky against my skin.
I’d been expecting a peck, but I should have known Leo wouldn’t waste the opportunity. Cupping my cheek with one hand, she pressed her lips on the other soft and slow, letting her lower lip drag ever so slightly as she kissed me. I had to bite my lip to hold back a sigh as the tip of her tongue pressed against my skin, bringing forward thoughts far too dirty for this garage.
After a long moment, she pulled back, hovering just out of my reach. “Well? Not even a flutter?”
My eyes darted down as I straightened the hem of my shirt, “Nothing.”
“Shame…” She let her eyes linger on my lips for a second before turning away, taking a seat on a rolling stool at the edge of her workstation. “I believe that makes it your turn.”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my pulse enough to think of a normal question. Nothing about being gay, nothing that would leave me more confused. “Tell me more about your family.”
It felt like an innocent enough question, but the way her spine straightened and her eyes dimmed made me realize I’d struck a nerve. “Not much to tell. Don’t have any siblings, don’t speak much to my parents. Didn’t have the happiest of childhoods if the early enlistment didn’t already make that clear.”
