Frasier stepped back and stuffed his hands into his pockets, leaning against the car and finally looking away from me and into the forest.“Yeah, yeah.So, I’ll pick you up at ten tonight.The race starts at eleven thirty.”
Pausing, I stared at him for a few moments and then glanced at the ground.Did I say something that he didn’t like?Why the sudden change in mood?It was a complete one-eighty from just a moment ago.
“Who’s going to be there?”I asked.
“Me,” he said, jaw clenched.“Doesn’t matter who else.”
Rush hated me.Would he want me at his races?Probably not.
Was that the sole reason why I wanted to go?Of course.
“Okay, I’ll be ready at ten then.”
After a moment, Frasier lifted his gaze back toward me, the harshness suddenly gone and replaced with those curious, flirty, familiar eyes.“Make it nine.”He took my hips again in his large hands and pulled me closer.“For me?”
Fuck!How does he do it?!
Frasier tilted his head to the side, his nose gently brushing against mine.I swallowed hard, breathing in his minty breath, my heart racing.
“Nine,” I repeated in a breathy whisper.
“We can grab dinner beforehand.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed hard as his fingers rubbed circles on my exposed skin.“Yeah, we can do that.”
I peeked up at him, catching his gaze on my lips again.And we were so close …
Kissing myboyfriendwas normal, right?That was the most logical thing to do in a situation like this, wasn’t it?!Except he wasn’t really my boyfriend and I wasn’t sure which of these feelings inside me were fake and which ones were real anymore.
Besides, I couldn’t fall in love with one of the guys from The Crew.I wasn’t even supposed to have a crush on any of them—cough, cough, Calix.But I was doing this because of Calix … to make him jealous.
If I didn’t practice kissing Frasier, how would it look real, right?
My heart pounded so hard that I could hear it in my ears.Right?
I lifted myself onto my tiptoes, our lips grazing against each other’s.Right.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
ASTRID
When my lipscollided with Frasier’s, butterflies bubbled up from my stomach.I placed my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up on my toes, heart racing inside my chest.Why did I feel like I was thirteen again and having my first kiss with Arch in my basement?
Frasier placed his hands on my hips, lifted me into the air, and sat me on his car.
I spread my legs and allowed him to come closer, my pussy exploding with pleasure.After moving my hands up his chest, I gently sank my fingers into his muscular shoulders, deepening the kiss.
He placed his hands on either side of my thighs, bending down and leaning closer.The faint scent of his cologne drifted through my nostrils, and I whimpered into his mouth.
God, what is wrong with me?
If it was fake, then why did it feel so real?Why was I getting butterflies and suddenly wanting to spill the tea to all my friends?!I couldn’t tell them zilch, never mind that I was actually falling for one of the biggest players in school.
Or maybe a couple of them …
As I parted my lips, Frasier slipped his tongue into my mouth.I tilted my head to the side, moving my tongue against his.A low grunt left his mouth, making me even warmer between my thighs.
“Baby,” he said, dragging it out into the kiss.
