alone in the courtyard.
Brandon seemed to sense this and our kiss became deeper. His backpack fell to the grass and he pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. It was cold and we were getting soaked but I couldn’t get enough of him. I grinded against his erection and he moaned into my mouth.
I had been thinking about sex a lot lately. If Brandon and I could ever get together alone, I’d probably let him have sex with me. I loved him and he loved me. It seemed right.
“Touch me,” I murmured against his mouth.
Both of his palms found my breasts through my hoodie and he squeezed. It sent a thrill through my body and I continued grinding against him in order to find relief.
“I want to have sex with you,” I blurted out and stared into his blazing, hungry eyes.
“We will one day, babe. I promise,” he assured me and then laughed. “But not here on school grounds. I’m working on a baseball scholarship…not expulsion.”
I giggled and kissed him again.
“If I got expelled for having sex at school, my dad would kill me. We better save it for another time.”
His eyes danced with humor as he swiped a soaked tendril of hair out of my eyes. “I’d never let him kill you. I would steal you away and keep you safe. You’re my girl, Baylee Marie. I’m going to make you my wife one day.”
Gah, if only those girls could hear my boyfriend now.
I beamed at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.”
We kissed until a teacher snapped at us.
Getting detention with my boyfriend was worth kissing him in the rain.
After all, it gave us more time together. Even if we couldn’t talk or touch, we were there. Together.
A loud ringing jolts me awake from my dream. The sun has long since risen and I’m curled up on the sofa, a blanket covering me. I’d fallen asleep on the couch last night after too many hours on my laptop. War, of course, couldn’t put me to bed but he at least tried to make me more comfortable. I wonder why he didn’t just wake me up. A smile plays at my lips when I think about how we’d shamelessly flirted over dinner.
“I’m not that terrible of a kisser, you know,” I teased as I took a bite of my spaghetti. “You didn’t have to pretend you were having a mental breakdown.”
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it wasn’t your technique. Maybe it was your breath. I can practically smell your garlic breath from here.”
“Hey!” I scoffed and tossed my napkin his way. “I’m a great kisser and I taste like heaven.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth and he grew serious. “That you do, Bay. That you do.”
My cheeks burned at his comment and I looked past him toward the setting sun.
“You look beautiful tonight. More so than usual,” he told me softly.
A smile played at my lips as our eyes met. “I’m wearing a boring white sweater and jeans. Hardly beautiful.”
“Women who taste like heaven are usually angels,” he told me thoughtfully. “And you, dressed in white, are every bit heaven sent.”
His words caused me to melt.
“I can be naughty,” I assured him with a wicked grin.
He rolled his eyes. “If your naughty skills are anything like your chess skills, you’re still ninety-nine point nine percent angel. A sucky chess playing angel.”
“You’re an asshole,” I groaned but couldn’t help but smile.
I liked that he thought I was beautiful.
He watched me like I was the sun in his sky.
I seemed to put him under a spell and to be honest, I loved it.
A sound from War’s phone stopped our flirting and he dragged it from his pocket. His smile fell and he started typing away, almost angrily.
“What is it?” I questioned, my brows furrowed in concern.
He lifted his gaze to mine and by the way he clenched his jaw, I knew he was holding something back from me.
“Tell me,” I muttered.
With a frown, he leaned back and looked at his screen. “Detective Stark.”
I blinked several times at him in confusion. “Who?”
“Rita Stark. Oakland PD. I’ve been,” he said and scrubbed his face with his palm, “in contact with her about your case. Or lack thereof more accurately.”
My heart rate quickened. “What do you mean? Why aren’t you telling me everything, War?”
“I wanted to have more information before I told you. And now I do.”
I gaped at him like he was a moron for stopping. He