Fuck me, I’m kissing Elowyn. Finally taking what’s mine.
She stiffens, but I don’t let it stop me. I tighten my grip on her neck until—yes, fuck—her lips part for me.
It takes me way too long to register that she’s kissing me back. That her tongue is searching, her lips hesitant. But she’s kissing me.
The thought that I might be her first kiss drives me even crazier.
Months of wanting, of waiting, explode within me all at once. Heat punches through my chest. My entire body comes alive.
I’m stripped of my pain, my doubts.
I’m hers.
“Duncan,” she murmurs when I change the angle so I can dive deeper into her mouth. When I absorb these little moans and tentative licks. “Duncan.”
My name on her lips, it wrecks me. It saves me. Her fingers thread into my hair, tugging and yanking me closer.
I only break the kiss so I can look at her. With our foreheads pressed together, the world shrinks until there’s nothing but us.
“Elowyn,” I whisper, because I have to. Have to say her name as I have in my darkest, wettest dreams. “Little moon.”
“I’ve wanted this—” she starts to say breathily.
Doesn’t finish.
A hand fists the back of my collar, tearing me off Elowyn. “Motherfucker.”
“Leave him alone!” she hisses, glowering at Barclay behind me, her lips red and swollen from our kiss. “Let him go.”
“Like hell.”
“Barclay—”
“Shut up.” Turning me around, he switches his grip to the front of my shirt.
I let him.
It’s either that, or he takes his anger out on her.
No one’s hurting Elowyn. No. One.
“Go to bed, Elowyn,” I repeat what I told her earlier.
The last word is barely out of my mouth when Barclay slams me up against the wall. His parents must’ve taken their painkillers tonight, or they’d hear all of this.
“You touched my sister,” he seethes, the vein in his neck bulging. “You, of all people, touched my fucking sister. You don’t deserve her. I should kill you for it.”
You, of all people.
Me, what?
His best friend or…
The poor orphan?
Shame tastes bitter on my tongue.
But—no, it can’t be that either. I think.
