Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,40

when you’re spending this much time with them.

Yeah, fuck it.

I push up onto my knees and she startles, her head jerking up to finally meet my eyes, and I take the chance to push her gently back into the cushions until I’m covering her body with my own. She stares up at me, holding my eyes with hers for a second before she glances down to my lips, her breath stuttering in her chest as she makes this little gasping sound that fucking breaks me.

As I lean down, her head tilts so her lips meet mine and, even though that’s all the permission I need here, I take it slowly at first.

Mostly because I can’t fucking believe I’m kissing her finally, after months of trying not to think about it. The second she kisses me back, her mouth opening and her tongue dancing across mine, I lose myself in her lips.

She pushes back into the kiss, squirming underneath me, and I try to hold back a little, try not to put fucking everything into this kiss, but she comes alive underneath me.

She parts her legs and rocks her hips just as I break away from her, panting. Fuck. I feel like I should say something here, acknowledge the fact that Harley is going to freak the fuck out—and then there's Avery and Ash—but my brain hasn’t caught up to just how fucking right kissing her is.

I aim for joking but it falls flat when my voice comes out as a sex-filled drawl. “Is that better?”

I should have kept my fucking mouth shut.

She blinks at me for a second and then it’s as though the little bubble we’re both in shatters, her face blanching as she scrambles out from underneath me so fast I barely notice she’s moving.

The moment she’s on her feet she starts shaking, taking another hasty step away as she shoves her hands in the pocket of the sweater she’s wearing. “Avery is going to be back soon. I need to get ready for bed.”

Her voice is all croaky from the kiss, but she’s back to looking anywhere but me.

Fuck.

Fuck, I’ve ruined everything.

I only stick around for as long as it takes to grab my shit, shutting the door on my way out and stomping my way back to my room.

Thank fuck I don’t see Avery on the way.

That’s my only saving grace.

I wake up the next morning from a fucking terrible night’s sleep in an awful mood.

Okay, yeah, it’s definitely guilt because I keep playing everything over in my mind to see where exactly I went wrong, to see some cue that I must’ve fucking missed, but nothing jumps out at me.

I’ve never had a girl run away from me like that before.

Things only get worse when Avery arrives at breakfast with a look on her face that tells me exactly how fucked I really am. She doesn’t say a word to me, doesn’t look at me or attempt to call me the fuck out, she just lets me sit there and sweat about it like the true evil freaking dictator she is. Harley eats his breakfast next to me, completely oblivious, and Ash is too busy snarling about something that went on in fight club to notice.

Lips doesn’t join us to eat.

I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a fucking terrible sign that my life is about to be ruined, all over a kiss that ended too goddamn soon thanks to my fat mouth. Fuck, I’d spent half of the night trying to forget how she felt underneath me and just how badly I wanted to strip all of those layers off of her to taste her skin.

Jesus.

I have to try to discreetly adjust myself so I don’t have a glaringly obvious boner at the fucking dining table. I shouldn’t be thinking about this again and definitely not now with Harley sitting next to me and Avery’s harsh judgement hanging in the air.

I stupidly think that Avery is going to leave her vicious scolding until later when we don’t have an audience, but fuck am I wrong about that. When Ash leaves to head to his class with a kiss to her cheek, she only waits long enough for him to be out of earshot before she finally looks at me.

I stand up like there’s a chance I can get the fuck away from her before she starts, but we have choir together and I’ll be walking her down there to make sure Joey