I didnotwant tohave to introduce her to Gray. There was no force on Earth that could have mademe want that.
Setting my drink down on theedge of a plant pot, I grabbed Gray’s sleeve and tugged on it.
Iprobablycould’ve picked a wayof getting his attention that didn’t make me seem like a five-year-old, but mybrain was already in emergency mode.
Gray turned, thankfullyblocking Aunt Mina’s view of me for the moment. He must’ve seen something on myface, because his brows knitted together and his lips did that littleI’m concernedthing that he’d done on themorning my apartment got broken into.
“What’s—”
Unfortunately for whateverGray had been about to ask, my brain had already made several leaps to the bestpossible solution and he was never going to get to finish the question. Ireached out to him without a second thought, pulling him in by the plain gunmetaltie he was wearing and sealing our lips together.
The tiny surprised, happysound he made filtered through before I could start to panic, and a littlethrill of pleasure trickled down my spine at the way he tasted.
It was so much better than I’d imagined. Gray’smouth was warm and soft, the faintest twist of lime from the soda water on hislips. The salt of his skin reminded me of other places I’d already tasted, butthis… this was different.
A needy sound caught in theback of my throat, and Ireallyhoped this would be enough to throw AuntMina off.
If it wasn’t, at least shewas getting a free show.
She’d always believed thatbeing gay was a phase I’d get over—not that she’d been cruel, just… assumed itwasn’t permanent, like one day I’d grow up, get a real job, and suddenly bereally into boobs.
Hadn’t happened yet, but Isuspected she still held out hope.
“Relative emergency,” Imurmured against Gray’s lips as the kiss broke, not wanting to back away justyet. “I don’t wanna talk to her.”
“Well…” Gray glanced over myshoulder. “Looks like that room just freed up.”
I turned to look, seeing agiggling couple walking away as the door behind them swung closed.
Wow. Was Gray suggesting…?
When I looked back at him,his eyes were sparkling in a way that probably meant trouble.
I couldn’t really bringmyself to sayno, though. This was stupid, and a terrible idea, butI’dstarted it.
It’d only be polite to finishit, right?
And it was a surefire way toavoid any uncomfortable moments with any too-interested relatives.
With a surge of confidence,I took Gray’shand and tugged him into the room, nudging the door so it swung closed behindus.
It turned out to lead to alittle parlor room lined with bookshelves that were half books, half familyknick-knacks that would have been collecting dust if not for the maid service.The furniture was dark and the lighting was low, and I suddenly felt like I’d walked intothe 1920s—probably the last time this room had seen serious use.
If I’d ever fantasized aboutmaking out with a cute boy at one of these parties, this would have beenexactly what the fantasy looked like.
“Should buy us a fewminutes, at least,” Gray said, pausing to look around the room. “Holyshityou people arerich.”
I snorted, moving to sit onthe couch in the middle of the room, glad of the peace and quiet. Part of mewished I was still kissing Gray, but I’d take not having to deal with my extendedfamily as a win. Even if itwasonly for a few minutes.
It’d be late enough for us toleave soon, and I could hardly wait for that to happen.
The couch creaked as Graysat down beside me, but this was sturdy, old furniture, and it could more thantake the weight of two grown men.
Before I could think of away to fill the silence, Gray leaned in and cupped my cheek, turning my headtoward him. He kissed me again, surprisingly soft lips pressing against my own,stubble rasping, the now-familiar scent of him filling my senses and sendinglittle ripples of pleasure through me. My stomach swooped as his tongue lappedat the seam of my lips, and then suddenly I was moving closer, climbing up ontothe couch and into Gray’s lap, his hands on my ass holding me in place.
I gasped as he gave me afirm squeeze, smirking up at me, his eyes glittering in the dark.
“Yep,” he said. “Feelsgreat, too.”
