At some point, Beth called down the stairs, letting them know she was heading out and that she would text them when she was on her way back with food, but they didn’t acknowledge her, each too busy playfully trash-talking the other as they raced down the digital mountain. As they played, Lily’s body loosened, finally feeling like she could let go and relax because right here, next to Wren, was her happy place.
“Are you fucking serious? No!” Wren laughed as Lily managed to snag first place right from under her via a secret passage Lily had discovered the previous round.
“And that’s why I’m the queen.” She stuck her tongue out at Wren, setting her controller aside and rolling over to face her.
Wren followed, propping her head up with her hand. The warm light cast shadows across her long features. Lily traced the light down Wren’s body, over the curve of her hip, as she thought about how perfectly timed all of this was.
“How do you always know what I need before I do?” she asked quietly.
“What do you mean?” Wren asked, dark eyebrows knitting together.
“Like, I don’t know, you always know exactly what’s going to make me feel better and I never even have to ask you.” She picked up Wren’s hand as she tried to explain, intertwining theirfingers, fondly admiring the slightly chipped Puget Sound Pride navy nail polish Wren wore for good luck on game days.
Their eyes met and Lily’s breath caught in her chest, the words she wanted to say so badly on the tip of her tongue, ready to be shouted from the rooftops in an obnoxiously loud, over-the-top kind of way because she was head over heels in love with Wren Parker.
But Wren beat her to it.
“Because I love you, Lily.” Her smile was already wide and growing wider. “I’ve loved you for a while, but you and your pre-Olympic rules…”
Lily reached out, shoving her playfully. Wren caught her arm, pulling her body closer and kissing her so deeply that Lily momentarily forgot she was even capable of thought—one of her favorite kinds of kisses Wren gave.
“I love you so much,” Wren whispered.
Lily’s pulse jumped at hearing Wren say those words to her. She had known, of course, but there was such a difference between hearing the wordsI love youand feeling them. The combination of finally having both—yeah, that was currently blowing her mind.
“I love you, too.” Lily’s voice was sure and steady as she moved purposefully, knowing exactly how she wanted to mark this moment forever.
She grabbed the front of Wren’s oversized rugby shirt, pulling her forward, their lips crashing together, Wren’s hands finding her hips.
They had made out plenty of times before, had explored each other’s bodies over their clothes, and in a few particularly memorable makeout sessions had even touched each other’s boobs, which had been so, so, so cool because why was no one talking about how perfect the feeling of a boob in your hand was!? And Wren? Her boobs were amazing.
There had even been one particularly hot and heavy make-out session right before the Olympics, where Lily had almost said to hell with it and thrown the rules out the window right then and there, but Wren, out of respect, had pulled back. Tonight, there wasn’t any of that. She was ready.
Wren rolled on top of her, the weight of her lanky body pressing Lily perfectly into the cushions as they kissed. Lily wove her fingers deep into Wren’s mess of dark curls, nails massaging her scalp in the way she knew Wren liked. Her body twitched with her own need to feel more of Wren and that need only increased with every soft sound that left Wren’s lips.
Wren whimpered against her—a sound that Lily adored—as her thumbs brushed the exposed skin around Lily’s waist where her sweatshirt had ridden up. She moaned at the feeling of Wren’s thigh pressing deliciously between her legs, driving her absolutely wild.
“Lily,” Wren groaned against her lips, pulling the bottom one into her mouth, biting it gently.
Her body burned for Wren, a fire coursing through her in pulsating waves. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and as nimble fingers found their way beneath her sweatshirt, it burned even hotter. Wren’s hands danced along her ribcage, thumbs brushing the underwire of her bra before cupping her breast, squeezing her gently.
Lily wanted more. More than what they had been dancing around for months, more than where she had repeatedly made them stop. She wanted Wren. To touch Wren, to feel Wren. To know what it felt like to make Wren feel everything.
But what if you’re bad at it?That small voice popped into her head. The one that liked to keep her humble with its reminders that, as much as she wanted to be, she—Lily Gallagher—was in fact not good at everything.
She shifted, trying to ignore that voice, trying to focus on Wren, and the really, really hot thing she was currently doing with her tongue against Lily’s neck.
Wren pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as her eyes trailed down over Lily’s body beneath her. Could she tell Lily’s mind had been somewhere else?
“Sorry.” Wren’s gaze glowed under the golden hue of the fairy lights above them. “I got carried away,” she said gingerly, pulling her hand from beneath Lily’s sweatshirt, much to Lily’s dismay.
Lily studied Wren, the way her eyes—so intensely green with little splashes of blue—asked questions she knew Wren would never ask out of respect for Lily’s boundaries and rules.
“I’m not sorry,” Lily whispered, voice low. She reached out, pushing Wren onto her back, still slightly propped up by the pile of pillows leaning against the couch.
She moved, straddling Wren’s narrow hips and enjoying the wide-eyed excitement spreading across her features as Lily reached for the hem of her own sweatshirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside.
“I want you to get carried away.” Lily heard the words fall from her lips, heard how sure she sounded even as she worked so hard to keep her voice from shaking.
