‘Fuck it!’
And her soft lips met mine.
It took a moment of brain lag to wonder if this was another dream and if I’d wake up frustrated and alone.But then her lips pulled back, and I seized the opportunity, moving forward to meet her lips.She paused, and I pulled back, only to kiss her again, soft and sweet, on the corner of her mouth.Gentle.As if I was trying to temper any panic or thoughts that might follow this kiss.I kissed the other side of her mouth.
Her hands came up into my hair, and she finally pulled me closer; her lips landed on mine.There was no playing this time.And she lit me on fire.The kiss intensified, a battle of our wills and lips, until I had her pressed against the kitchen counter, and my hands palmed the back of her legs, sliding her up on to the counter without breaking our kiss.She gasped as I pulled her flush against me, our bodies aligning as if it was the most natural thing in the world.My cock pressed against the edge of the counter, and I bit back the urge to grind into it – just to feel something, anything, that might take the edge off.
She felt like heaven, and I let my hands roam up the soft material that covered her strong thighs, up to her hips.My hands on her arse, I pulled her towards me, making her gasp into my mouth.In answer, her teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I couldn’t hold back the desperate laugh that escaped my lips.Of course, it was a competition.
‘God, I’ve missed you,’ I groaned, kissing down her neck, my hands in her hair.
But Lydia stilled.My stomach plummeted.
Don’t tell me you’ve missed me.
I’d done the one thing I’d promised I wouldn’t.I wanted to kick myself.Of course I had to ruin this with my big mouth.I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her as she pulled herself down from the counter, fixing her ponytail – the one I had messed up.
‘Lydia—’
She squeezed her eyes shut.‘Shit!This is so messy.What am I doing?’
‘Hey, hey.’ My palms grazed her arm, trying to get her to look at me.‘It’s okay.’
‘This is a mistake, Ren,’ she said, softly.She pushed past me, her rose musk lingering in my hallway.I stared after her for a moment, as the door swung shut.
‘Well, Peggy,’ I said, looking into her warm brown eyes.‘I think I fucked that up.’
Chapter Fourteen
Lydia’s Diary, 14 Years Old
Dear Diary,
Soz.I’ve been MIA for, like, years.But I have something I need to say, and if anyone else ever sees this, I WILL DIE.
This summer, Ren got hot.
Like hot, hot.
It’s his fifteenth birthday soon, and I swear it was like BOOM – puberty just smacked him in the face.He’s grown a foot since June, his spots are completely gone, and he’s actually good at football now instead of falling over his feet.
I mean, usually, I’m the one who’s good at football, but he’s caught up, and I kind of love it.We push each other, and I don’t know why, but it makes me feel… weirdly giddy.
I think it’s because it feels a little bit like flirting.
Which is SO stupid.Like, we could never be together.Our families would have a meltdown, and it’s not like he actually likes me like that.It’s probably just because he’s the only guy I hang out with.He’s literally my only option.
… Right?
Anyway, I just needed to tell someone.
Love,
Lydia.
Lydia
‘Wait.You kissed?’ Amy squeaked, nearly dropping her drink.
