“What, did you like it too much, Snow White?” I egged her on.
“No! Of course not,” she retorted with a hint of embarrassment.
“So why do you have to exaggerate saying I touched you?”
“Can you take your hand off my leg, James?”
“Do you really want me to? Do you want me to do that, or is it just a matter of getting to know my intentions, White?”
June moistened her lips innocently and without malice, but that gesture was unbearably arousing for me.
“What, you’re so stuck to it that you can’t let it go?”
Our eyes were chained to each other’s lips like two famished animals ready to attach. We’d devour them with our gazes waiting for the other to make a false move.
“You always talk so fucking much.”
“You’re not used to someone standing up to you, are you?”
I heard an unmistakable clattering on the floor. I turned around and saw Taylor walk behind us with her friends. She didn’t look the best.
“I bet that even Taylor only saysYes, James,” June whispered in my ear meekly, making me lose the use of my voice. But I remained focused on my objective. My hand rotated covetously around her leg to get to her inner thigh. I felt the heat emanate on her skin while I put her right in the middle. I pressed the tip of my nose to her ear. I barely rubbed against it, and I felt her shiver.
“I’ll make you say yes, James, if you don’t cut it out.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Um, wanna try it, Snow White?”
I let my fingers slowly creep back up. Why was she letting me?
“And tell me, how would you do that?”
At first glance, she was the one to put me in a difficult position, but I was actually gently exploring her legs with my fingertips. I quickly searched for a mark, a sign, anything. But her skin up until now was damn smooth. And suddenly my mouth got dry, maybe because the search was turning out to be more pleasurable than usual, and I’d never imagined that weakness on my part.
Instead of my hand, I’d gladly put my face right between there.
“James!” she exclaimed breathlessly when she realized how far up her skirt my hand was. With throbbing cheeks and an unsteady chest, she pushed me away.
“I don’t like this backward way of thinking. I’m not anyone’s property nor do I want a scarlet letter just because I was with William.”
Great. Well played, change the subject.
“So you’re coming to Connell’s party.”
“What does that have to do with anything? No, I’m not.”
I pulled back until I’d backed myself against the row of lockers across from hers. “Why?”
We studied each other from far away. I understood why her breath was faster, her pupils dilated, and her cheeks flaming, but I couldn’t figure out why I found myself in the same situation.
“I’m grounded. My mom doesn’t want me to leave the house.” I untangled my hair with my fingers, deceived by the compelling need to smoke. She didn’t have anything under there, no scars. Now I was almost certain of it. I just had to see her in a swimsuit and remove all doubt, hoping that it was my imagination.
“Come anyway,” I demanded.
“No, I told you.”
She was making me lose my mind. First she asked me to sleep with her then she let me touch her that way. And last night she could’ve very well hung up on me, but she didn’t.
