“If you get to watch it then so do I.”
“Why, because I was the point you needed to prove? The proof that you are not terrible in bed?” his voice rasps as he steps closer to me, invading my air. The heat of his body enters my realm. One step closer and we'll touch.
“Show me the video,” I bite out.
“Admit my theory is correct,” he counters.
I don’t blink or move. My face feels tight but so do the internal walls between my legs. “Fine. You know my secret. What the hell was your excuse for that night?”
His lips stretch in a closed-mouth leer as the pad of his thumb finds my bottom lip. “Let it be known that I don’t think this is the smartest of ideas. But okay, you are a player in our little show. If you want to watch the video, then we will do it right now.”
I bite his thumb gently. “We?”
“My condition. I’ll show you the video, but I get to watch you beg that night. So, would you like to keep it low-key and watch on my phone or should I connect it to the big screen?”
“Oh, now you know how to use technology,” I snipe.
He chuckles, a sinful velvet sound, almost a warning.
“I need another shot for this,” I admit because his conditions be damned. I’m going to watch that night on replay.
5
SPENCER
April sways her way to the sofa in the living room and sits on the edge of the cushions. Her facial expression is tight, but she splays her arm out to indicate the television.
Bold choice for screening options, but I like the enthusiasm.
“Again, I need to ask, as the mature one here. Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask and sit on the other end of the sofa. My thumb is already busy connecting my phone to the screen.
“Stop questioning it and just do it.” April is a little on edge, but that only makes me grin because I am curious for her reaction.
I lean back against the back of the sofa and get comfortable. I hold the remote out in front of me ceremoniously.
“Here we go,” I announce.
Glancing to my side, I see that April is playing with a strand of hair at the back of her neck, nervously twisting the gold lock around her finger.
Hitting play, I bite my bottom teeth into my upper lip because it’s not every day that this situation arises. And truthfully, I only watched thirty seconds, I haven’t actually watched this in full.
My eyes focus on the screen. Conveniently my phone was on the desk dock which meant we got a frontal view of the bed where April and I stood in an argument.
I’m holding April by the waist as her hands grip my shirt. Admittedly, we are in an intense stare-off. Leaning in, I tangle my fingers into her hair. She doesn’t flinch.
“You’re despicable,” she whispers.
“Good thing you hate me then,” I murmur against her cheek as I pull her hair gently to bring her neck into a perfect angle for me.
“Insufferable.”
“Feeling is mutual,” I hum near her skin, a scent of sugar hitting me.
But then time stops, and I’m not sure who made the move, but our lips slammed together in a kiss. A hard, messy kiss that was equally energizing and addictive.
Different angles. Short gasps of breath. We seemed to be on a determined road to a destination that we were not quite sure of.
I watch the screen where April is tugging my shirt.
