Never Have You Ever (The Love Game #1)- Elizabeth Hayley Page 0,57

those things too.”

There was so much that could be said—needed to be said—but maybe all that could wait. The circumstances were messy, but the truth behind them didn’t need to be. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m not going to be able to stop unless you tell me to.”

She searched my face for a second, and I prayed she found whatever she was looking for. When she smiled widely, I guessed she had. “I don’t want to stop.”

Using the hand I still had resting against her jaw, I pulled her to me. “Good,” I said against her lips before I took her mouth again.

This kiss was as unhurried as the one that preceded it, but there was something more to it. Maybe it was the promise behind it—that we were in this together for however long we both wanted to be here.

Our lips slid together in a rhythm that showed how good we were together. There was none of the clumsiness of typical first kisses. Well, second kisses. Sophia and I had found our groove weeks ago, so it shouldn’t have surprised me that the expression of that was seamless.

Our tongues flicked over and over as we tried to devour each other. And when we pulled apart for good a short while later, my lips sore but tingling, we remained standing as we swayed to music only our bodies could hear. But exhaustion finally pulled us under, and we broke apart, neither of us saying anything because words would only ruin things.

And this night was too special to ruin.

Chapter Twenty

D R E W

“You sure I look okay?”

I ran my fingers through my now blond hair. Sophia had straightened it for me so I could part it over completely to one side. How any woman found Justin Bieber hot remained a mystery to me. Especially because I was now convinced he looked like a butch Miley Cyrus.

“Yeah.”

Sophia was busy playing with her own hair in the mirror by our apartment door, adjusting the strands of her wig until she found what seemed to be an ideal spot on her shoulder or back. She didn’t look like Beyoncé necessarily, but she did look hot as hell.

“You don’t sound sure.”

“Will you please let me draw some tattoos on you or something before we go? Justin has both sleeves done.”

“I am not letting you come near me with any markers. I’ve seen you doodle a few times, and it looks like something a preschooler did while tripping on acid.”

She was still facing the mirror, but she turned to face me after my comment, giving me one of those tight-lipped grins that made me wonder if she was getting ready to burst out laughing or deciding how to dispose of my body.

“You love my drawings,” she said.

I saw my eyebrows raise in the mirror. “I love many things about you. Your art isn’t one of them.” As soon as I’d spoken, I knew the question was coming, and I searched my brain for an appropriate way to respond.

“So what are these things you love about me?” she asked.

Her question had been asked casually, though I had a feeling the answer meant more to her than she was letting on. She walked over to the chair and grabbed the jean jacket she’d tossed over the arm, but she never looked away from me. Maybe she was scared I’d escape out the window if she took her eyes off me. I’d thought about it.

Though Sophia and I no doubt liked each other more than friends or pretend siblings, we hadn’t exactly vocalized our feelings for each other any more than we had last week after we’d come home from Tonic.

Since then, the tension between us had built gradually. We’d sit next to each other on the couch, close enough to put a hand on the other’s leg but ultimately holding back.

I’d come out of the bathroom the other day, towel around my waist, and I could see Sophia’s eyes dart toward the laptop on her lap as I walked by to grab clothes because I’d forgotten to bring them in when I’d showered.

We’d both steal glances at the other however we could or the occasional touch to an arm or back, but neither of us took anything further.

Sophia pulled on her jean jacket—unfortunately covering her exposed back where her tight black leather dress dipped down almost to her ass—and stared at me expectantly. I’d been so lost in admiring her, I’d almost forgotten I