she knows. Because her knees part and her eyes travel downward, landing on my cock, and I think of her words. You’re way sexier than you give yourself credit for. And I wonder how true those words were.
“You asked me to come here to help with a problem. What is it?” I ask, setting down the knife and handing Georgie a slice of the pink melon. She leans back, bracing herself with one hand. Her tits look perfect in a white tank top, her nipples poking through, and she’s wearing baggy sweats that I want to pull down and fuck—
This is bad. So damn bad.
I want my best friend’s little sister in a way that shouldn’t be legal.
“Maybe it was a bad idea to ask you for help.” She sighs.
“You already told me about Karen — you’ve built this up. I want to know where the story goes.”
“Are there any other stories you want the ending to?” She looks at me, her brown eyes searching mine. “Like ours?”
“Georgie.” I shake my head, run a hand over my jaw. “I know how our story ends.”
Her eyes widen. “You do?”
I nod slowly. “I always have. At least, I’ve imagined the ending I’d choose.”
“And what is that?” she asks, her voice cracking. This Georgie — the soft-spoken and nervous one — she isn’t around very often. I like it though, the vulnerable counterpart to her usual hard shell.
“You end up with me,” I tell her plainly.
She scoffs, takes a bite of her melon, looks away.
“What? That’s not what you want?” I ask, stepping closer. Between her knees. It’s time I knew. It’s time we hash this out. The elephant in the goddamn room has been here for far too long.
“I want it,” she says, pushing out her lips. “I’ve always wanted it. Wanted you. But you’ve never so much as flirted with me, Grady…”
“How could I flirt with you? You. Georgina.”
She rolls her eyes, annoyed — this is the Georgie I’m most familiar with. “Why not? Because of my brother? God. Vance didn’t have a problem falling in love with my best friend, so why would you care about upsetting him?”
I laugh. “You think this is about Vance?”
“What else would it be?”
I shake my head — this gorgeous girl has no idea how captivating she is.
“Because you’re Georgie. You were made for big things. You’re beautiful and funny and whip-smart. You’re clever and kind and, fuck, Georgina, you’re way out of my league.”
Her mouth falls open. She shakes her head. She blinks back tears. “You’re wrong,” she whispers. “I’m a mess. And I’ve made a massive mistake. And if you knew, you wouldn’t want me.”
“Then don’t tell me. Let me find out after.”
“After what?” she asks.
“After I get you in bed. Because once I sleep with you, Georgina, you’ll be mine. And there will be no way I won’t stand by your side.”
Georgina
He kisses me. I close my eyes, letting my legs wrap around him as he runs his hands over my back, holding onto my waist, keeping me in place. I whimper as our lips part and his tongue finds mine, and oh God, this is what I want. What I need. Him. Only him. I’ve wanted this since forever.
He smells like fresh air and green grass and sunshine, and he’s exactly what I need to breathe in, considering my dark apartment has started to feel like a cave.
But with Grady’s mouth on mine, it feels like a summer day. And God, I like the heat it brings.
My whole body wakes up to him, and he’s wide awake too. I feel him. The length of him, and the way we grind against one another, has me moaning for more. He’s thick and hard just the way I imagined, and God, I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted him for so long.
Panting, we pull apart, our eyes locked, and he takes a piece of watermelon, bites into it. Groans. “Fuck, I like kissing you, Georgina.”
It’s what I want to hear. Grady is as hot for me as I am for him… but what if it’s all too much for him to take in once he knows?
I squeeze my eyes shut, scared.
“I meant it when I said you won’t look at me the same way once you know,” I tell him. I pick up another piece of watermelon. Take a bite. Drop my head.
“After I taste you?” he asks. “Because you’re right. I won’t. After I taste how juicy you are, I won’t want