Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,88

on me as my mouth got acquainted with her dusky nipple.

“Dash.” She pushed at my shoulders but gave up as my tongue laved at the hardened peak. Her thighs tightened around me, and her hands relaxed over my shoulders. “Stop,” she panted.

I did, but only after dragging my teeth over my handiwork, earning me a knee quiver and a quiet moan. I laid back down, watching her chest heave as I tucked my hands behind my head. Her creamy skin glistened where my mouth had been, and she grabbed my chin, moving my gaze to hers. “My face is here.”

“To be fair, I’ve spent all my life staring at your face and zero time staring at your tits. Let me try to even the score a little.” I licked my lips, then grabbed her hand from my chin, biting her fingers.

She hissed, then giggled, then she was rolling off the bed.

“Wait, what?” I tried to grab her, but she was already standing and throwing a clean army green T-shirt on that hit her mid-thigh.

“You need to go,” she said, grabbing a brush and dragging it through her hair.

“Says the woman with my cum on her stomach.”

She dropped the brush, then lifted her shirt, giving me a nice view of her gray, stained panties. “Ugh.” Reaching for the wipes on her desk, she tugged one out, wiping her stomach before tossing it in the trash.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not.” But then she tossed the packet at me. I read the label. Vanilla scented makeup remover wipes. I shrugged. They’d do. “So are we going to have breakfast with your mom and tell her all is good?” I tested as I smeared a wipe over my pubes and lower stomach.

Peggy stilled, a hair elastic dangling from her fingers.

Her face was clean, bare of any makeup, and my chest clenched. With her curls framing her freckle dusted face, she looked like my Peggy once again. “You’re fucking stunning, Freckles.”

Her shoulders drooped, her determined gray eyes softening. “You still need to go.”

“I’m not going until we’ve talked this shit out.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she said, tying her hair atop her head. “Maybe, eventually, we can go back to being friends. But today’s not that day, okay?”

My heart was about to collapse. “Pegs.”

“No.” She sighed, then bit her lip as her gaze shuttered. “It’s … I don’t want to. I’m sorry.”

“What about this morning?” I sat up, confused and growing angry.

“What about it? You hook up with girls all the time and walk away. This should be no different.”

My heart caved in, and a weightless laugh flew past my dry lips. “Okay, sure.”

Getting up, I snatched my shirt and boots, pulling them on as she watched me.

“I didn’t mean—”

“You did mean it, and it’s true, but you’re forgetting something important here,” I said into her face as I crowded her against the desk.

Her hands flung out, searching for stability among the mess that cluttered the white surface. Her eyes begged, pleaded for me to keep my mouth shut. But I’d kept my mouth shut for far too fucking long when it came to her.

“You’re forgetting that I could never walk away from you. So yeah,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers as I let my fingers find the curves of her hips. “I’ll go. But I love you, and I know you love me too, which means there’s no walking away from this.”

I kissed her nose, felt her trembling exhale on my mouth and inhaled it, then took it with me as I grabbed my jacket, unlocked the door, and left her room.

Peony was in the shower, for which I was grateful, because each step I took drained every reserve I had. There was no way I could manage facing her too.

I’d just walked in the door when my phone beeped. Dad rounded the corner, clad in sweatpants and a gray wifebeater, coffee and phone in hand. “Where’ve you been? You’re grounded.”

“Peggy got wasted and needed rescuing.”

Dad’s brows met, creases furrowing his forehead. “What happened?”

I looked at a text from Jackson.

Emergency skate park meet.

Locking the screen, I slipped my phone away. “Like I said, she got drunk.”

“That’s not like her.” He slurped his coffee, and I tried not to cringe.

“Tell me about it.” I went to move by him. “Hopefully, there won’t be another repeat unless I’m with her.”

I made it halfway down the hall before he spoke again. “You’re still grounded.”

“There’s another emergency.”

“With whom?”

I closed my eyes and counted to ten.