She grimaces and rolls her eyes. “I need to finish this good book.”
I glance at it. “Not for class, is it?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I don’t want to go out.”
“I’m not asking again,” I threaten.
“What crawled up your ass?”
“Nothing, but if you don’t get dressed, I’m going to crawl up yours.” I smile. “Or more like my dick will.”
She bites her lip, shakes her head, and strides to the bathroom. She comes out in leggings and a sweater with the school logo.
She’s fucking hot.
I want answers about her past. When we went skating, she was tight-lipped—but I have to earn her trust first. I should beworried about what she’s hiding, but I’m not. Everyone’s got skeletons.
Outside, I hand her the helmet I bought, put on my own, and hop on. She gently perches behind me.
Her tits brush my back. She slides icy fingers under my jacket, squeezing me tight.
I intertwine my fingers with hers, squeeze, and let go.
I want to fuck her, but I have questions—and we can fuck after the wedding. We have our whole lives for me to be buried between her legs.
Skyscrapers and decayed buildings blur past us. The city is alive and vibrant despite its harsh weather. I ease into the parking lot of the infamous cliff overlooking the glassy black sea. The wind bites into my bones.
She hops off the bike, peels off her helmet, and sets it on the leather seat.
“It’s cold as shit. Why are we here, Irvin?”
I pull out my vape pen, inhale deeply, and exhale into the frosty air. The air smells of earth, dark and rich.
My gaze lingers on Lilac. Her stormy eyes brighten the gloomy sky. I stroke her thick, silky hair, and with her chest pressed to me, the world narrows to just her and me.
“I missed you earlier. I wanted to take you out on a date again.”
She snorts, then pulls away. “You and your dates.” She rolls her eyes, snatching the vape and inhaling. “Dates I didn’t ask for.”
She sits at the worn picnic table, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the pale moon over the waves. The wind blows her bangs.
“Ever feel like your life is like the wind?”
I sit beside her, bringing her between my legs. She rests her head on my chest, and I press my lips to her forehead. She sighs.
“What do you mean, princess?”
She shakes her head, nibbling her bottom lip. “Never mind. What I’m thinking is stupid.”
I slide her hair aside, cupping her chilled face. “Nothing you think is stupid.”
Her gaze drops to the white sand, then back at me. She hands me back the vape and bites her lip. “Like you don’t know where your life will take you.”
I wish she would open up.
“Yeah, I do,” I say honestly.
“I feel like all my life I’ve been running. Running from something.”
