Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,90

of one question.

Did Dash and I have sex?

Mortified couldn’t even begin to cover how I’d felt as I’d stood before her with my hair still mussed from his rough hands. I’d said no and told her that he’d just stayed over. Her brows had lifted, and the twist to her lips stayed as she surveyed my face. Whatever she saw there must’ve been enough for her to leave it alone because she didn’t push. She’d merely said not to lock the door again.

“I’m missing a sock,” I said around a mouthful, sick of the silence.

“Oh? Why don’t you try looking for it?”

I snapped my eyes at her, swallowing the mush in my mouth. “What have I done now?”

Blowing on her coffee, she leaned back against the green counter. “Something’s not adding up.”

I waited for her to elaborate, tossing the banana peel into the trash.

“You and Dash. How did he end up coming over when you supposedly hate him?”

I forced my eyes to roll. “Because it’s Dash. He does whatever he wants.”

“Not always with you. He’s pushed, but he’s also respected your boundaries.” She paused, bobbing her head. “Well, sometimes.”

I then regretted telling her so much about what’d happened between us. Sighing, I walked over to the table, checking I had my chem book in my bag, and then zipped it shut after slipping my lunch inside. “I caved a little.” There, that was definitely true.

Mom hummed over the rim of her mug.

I took the opportunity to bail while I could and smacked a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

“Straight home,” she hollered as I shoved my feet into my boots at the door.

“Aye, aye, captain.” The screen door slapped shut behind me.

I parked beside Daphne, ignoring the black on black Range Rover that was stalking into the lot behind me and the fizzing exploding inside my stomach.

Blowing out a stuttering exhale, I checked my hastily applied mascara, fluffed my curls, and grabbed my bag.

“You look different.” Daphne sipped from a takeout cup against her car.

Slamming the door, I locked my car as a nervous laugh escaped. “What?”

Her eyes roamed my wrinkled blouse and skirt, and the socks peeking above the tops of my scuffed Docs. She shrugged, taking another sip. “You heard me.”

I was saved from answering her random assessment by the one person I was hoping to avoid. “Beautiful morning, ladies.”

Daphne’s brow lifted. “If you say so, Thane.”

Dash swaggered closer. And closer. And he wouldn’t … he did. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he pressed a loud kiss to my head. “Missed you, Frecks.”

I pushed him off, my cheeks aflame as I grabbed Daphne’s hand and dragged her over the lawn. “Ew, it’s damp. Use the sidewalk, my heels will sink.”

We moved to the walkway, and she groaned at the dirt caking her black heels. “Ugh, Peggy.”

“Move it,” I hissed, glancing over my shoulder at Dash who was walking lazily toward us, devilish grin in place.

“What is going on?” Daphne picked up the pace.

“He interrupted my make-out session with some guy at Wade’s on Friday, threw me over his shoulder like some gorilla asshole, and then carried me to his car is what’s going on.”

Daphne cackled, and some of the guys on the lacrosse team stopped and stared as she threw her head back. “Oh, God. Shut up. Did he really?”

“Really.” I sighed.

We climbed the steps. “And then? Come on, it didn’t end there.”

“I was drunk as hell, so he took me home.” She said nothing, and when I glanced at her, almost running into someone’s backpack, she spun her hand in a keep going gesture. “And we did nothing.”

“Bullshit.” She laughed. “I know you did. You have that look that says you got laid or close to it.”

I almost tripped as we neared our lockers. “I do not.”

“Do too,” she chirped, unlocking hers.

“Fine.” I shoved my bag in and plucked out my English book. “We did something the next morning.” She slammed her locker, leaning close with expectant eyes. “I can’t say; it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“We humped each other like pre-teens,” Dash said from behind me.

I squeaked, spinning around to slap him in the chest. “Fuck off, Dash.”

He mock gasped. “Language, Peggy Sue. That’s no way to speak to the man who rubs you just right.”

Daphne snorted out a burst of laughter behind me. “Later, lovebirds.”

“We’re not—”

Dash slid a hand over my mouth. “She sees through your lies.”

I bit it, growling at him. “Would you stop? What is wrong with you?”

He crowded me back