Would it be strange to suggest it? Maybe there’s a reason they tiptoe around each other. Maybe they aren’t interested. But the way they’re staring at each other tells me they are.
Just because I don’t want to feel that way about someone else doesn’t mean that I don’t know what it looks like.
“Kiss him.”
Two sets of eyes fly to mine, and it takes me a second longer than it should to realize those words came from me.
“What?” Landon asks softly, eyes studying me.
“Kiss him,” I say again, but this time my voice wavers as another stab of envy shoots through my heart.
I want to see it, but I don’t. I want them to, but also not.
“Really?” Ben asks. “You want us to kiss?”
I shrug like it doesn’t matter. Like I don’t care either way. Like I’m not sitting on the edge of my seat while purple and gold and ugly green flash behind my eyes. “Yeah,” I croak.
Ben slowly drags his eyes from me and back to Landon.
The tension is so high I almost can’t breathe around it, filling the air and my lungs until I can almost taste it. I wait for Ben to take control, for him to grip Landon’s face and slam his mouth onto Landon’s the way he did mine, forcing his way past his lips with his tongue, taking what he wants.
Landon’s throat bobs heavily, and my anticipation ratchets up. I can’t decide if I want to look away or keep watching the two of them forever.
“Do you want me to?” Ben asks softly, inching closer to Landon like he can’t help it.
“If…” Landon pauses, swallowing hard. “If you, uh—want to.”
My throat aches, my chest burning in a way I don’t want to examine too closely.
It’s like a train wreck. I’m not sure my heart can withstand watching the carnage, but I can’t look away.
I inhale a deep breath as Ben leans in.
He doesn’t grab Landon’s face roughly. Instead, he brushes his knuckles against Landon’s jaw, soft and reverent.
Then he holds Landon’s chin between his fingers and thumb, tilting his head back.
My throat goes dry. What is he doing?
He closes the space between them, and both of their eyes fall shut. They’re a breath away, so close.
Landon’s chest rises and falls rapidly, then Ben presses forward, sealing his lips over Landon’s.
It’s… soft. Quiet. Pale pink streaked across baby blue. Like the sky at dusk.
Landon makes a breathless noise, something between a moan and a whimper, and my cock jerks. I place my hands over my lap, want and jealousy twisting my mind until I don’t even know what I’m feeling.
Ben answers Landon’s soft sound with a quiet moan of his own, sliding his hand from Landon’s chin to his hair, burying his fingers in the thick strands. Tilting his head, he coaxes Landon to open for him.
My heart’s beating hard, pounding incessantly against my ribs.
Look away. Look away. Look away.
Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
Landon’s lips part, and Ben lets his tongue skate across the bottom one. I lick my own, wondering if Ben’s lips taste different with Landon on them. Wondering ifIkissed Landon, if I’d find hints of Ben there.
With a shuddering breath, Ben pulls away.
