She shrugs. “There could be.”
“Zara McKinley, I’m not kidding. I want the list,” I tell her.
“Fine, then I want a list from you.”
“I have no problem giving you a list. I don’t need to keep secrets from you, P.”
“I’m not giving you a list, Ares. He doesn’t deserve a target on his back from a De Bellis just because he popped my cherry before you could.”
“Actually, that’s a pretty damn good reason to be a target,” I grunt as I roll over, settling my body on top of hers. “But I’m not jealous.”
“Really? Because Iamjealous of every girl who got to touch you before me.” Her fingers start unbuttoning my shirt. I already took off my tie and blazer. I was in English class when I saw that she was home. I got up and walked out. The teacher didn’t even blink an eye at me.
I know the moment she sees it, the colourful little addition on my right pec.
“Wait… What is this?” Zara rips the shirt open wider, staring at my chest. Her eyes go from the picture up to my eyes and then back to the picture.
“I got it the week you went away,” I explain. “I wanted to have something that wasyouon me at all times.”
“This is… Ares, this is permanent,” she says.
“Yeah, that was kinda the plan, P. Just like us. We’re permanent.”
“I… I don’t even know what to say. It’s so pretty.” Her fingers trace over the pink butterfly that takes up a good part of my upper chest.
“Not even half as pretty as you are,” I tell her.
Zara leans down, and her mouth fuses with mine. “Just so there’s no confusion, I want to.”
“You want to what?” I ask her.
“Have sex. With you,” she clarifies.
“Fuck, P. You can’t tell me that while we’re in your parents’ house,” I groan. My dick, however, weeps at the idea. I’d love nothing more than to strip her bare and sink into her. But not here. Not where her father or mother could hear her.
No, when I finally get to make Zara scream my name, I want her to be able to scream as loud as she can, without worrying about who might hear us. I’m honestly surprised her father hasn’t come in to make sure I haven’t done anything inappropriate to his daughter yet.
“It’s a big house, and they really don’t come up to this side much,” Zara says.
“Things are changing, Zara.” Her mother’s voice is like a fucking splash of cold water on my cock. I roll over and sit up on the bed.
“Sorry, Mrs McKinley.” I’m not sure what I’m apologising for exactly. Also, I’m not sorry in the slightest.
“I’m pretty sure you’re not sorry at all, Ares,” Mrs McKinley says, as if reading my mind. “Zara, we’re having dinner in thirty. You’re welcome to stay if you like, Ares.”
“Uh… thanks.” I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been welcomed anywhere near Zara, and now I’m invited to dinner? “I just have to find my phone and text my mum to tell her I won’t be home.” I get up and head to the door. It’s an excuse to leave her bedroom and give her some privacy with her mum.
My phone is sitting on the coffee table in Zara’s living room. I fall onto the sofa, open my messages, and send my dad a text.
Me:
Having dinner at the McKinleys’.
Dad:
You’re having dinner or you are the dinner?
Me:
