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.”“What’s new? You’re friends have always hated me,” I mutter.“Yeah, but before they hated you because they wanted a piece of Park and you had dibs on his ownership papers.Now they have twice the ammunition.” She examines a bottle of nail polish I left on the stand.“Can I borrow this?” I nod dismissively.“What do you mean? First of al , I was never with Park, but besides that fact that nobody can seem to accept, we’re done.He’s free to date whoever he wants.” The idea of Park with another girl causes a slight twinge in my stomach.For the past year he showed no interest in anyone but me.I don’t know how I’l feel seeing his arms around someone else.I think of Mason and that helps relieve my panic, but I recognize the dul pain burning in my chest, marking the end of whatever it was Park and I had.“Rumor has it, Park is holding out.”“Holding out for what?” I ask, confused.She looks at me incredulously.“He’s waiting on you, Hope.Your whole ‘no commitment’ thing?” She bunny ears her words.“He doesn’t think this thing with Mason wil last long.”“He’s wrong,” I say, irritated.Huh.Did I just say that? Yes, and I meant it.I grab my cel phone off the charger and storm out of the room, heading outside so I’l have some privacy.Park picks up on the second ring.“Hope?”“Yeah.We need to talk.”“Al right,” he says languidly.His voice is soft, low.“Talk.”Taking a deep breath, I forge on.“I care about you and I don’t wanna hurt you.”< |fonsp; /p>“I care about you too.”“But,” I continue, ignoring him.“I am so mad at you for tel ing Guy and Mason about— my vice.We can never be what we were before.I’m with Mason now.I’m with him with him.”The silence stretches out and I close my eyes.“You’re with him?” He hisses the words into the phone and my eyes pop open.“Yes.He’s my boyfriend.”“Great.Congratulations.I need to go.”“Park, wait,” I murmur.“What, Hope? What?”“I’m sorry.”“Fuck you.And fuck Mason.I hope you’re both fucking happy together.” The line goes dead and I stare at my phone.Well that went well.But at least it’s done.He has his closure.I have mine.The girls at school wil have theirs.I sit on the step and text Mason.Me: U STILL UP?Him: YEP.WHAT’S UP?Me: JUST THINKING ABOUT U.Him: REALLY? WHAT ABOUT ME?I smile as I key in my next text.Me: I CAN’T GET THOSE BOXERS OUT OF MY HEAD.1 HEnbsp/span> Him: COME OVER.I HAVE ANOTHER PAIR.Me: RIGHT NOW?Him: YES.PLEASE?Me: REALLY?Him: DON’T MAKE ME BEG YOU.I bite my lip.I’m already outside.Everyone else is in bed.I doubt they’d miss me.I text Guy to cover for me before I respond to Mason.Me: DIRECTIONS?T27MasonIt takes Hope ten minutes to get here.I open the door before she has a chance to knock.I don’t want Kel waking up.She smiles at me and I have a sudden bout of nerves.This is the first time she’s seeing my house.I move out of the way, giving her space to get through the door.There are stil boxes piled along one wal , waiting to be unpacked.Her eyes brush over them.She circles the living room, her fingers skimming across the couch, the desk, the ancient computer.“You want something to drink?” I ask her because my throat feels too dry.She nods.“Some water?”I turn into the kitchen and she fol ows me.“Oh, wow.Your kitchen’s real y clean,” she observes.I chuckle.“It’s just the three of us.Mom’s usual y sleeping or working and Kel and I are at school or your house.Pretty easy clean up.” She takes the glass I offer her.I gulp mine down while she sips hers.“Where’s your room?” I stare at her over the rim of my glass.She does that thing that drives me crazy, dropping N k &nlashes leisurely and looking at me through them.I take the glass from her, setting both on the counter, and take her hand.She pauses halfway down the hal and I think she’s changed her mind, deciding she’s not ready to be alone in my room with me, but when I look back she’s examining a picture on the wal.“Your dad,” she says.It doesn’t sound like a question, but I nod.“You look just like him, except the hair obviously.Does your mom have your dark hair?”I nod again and she moves around me.“Which one?” she whispers.I point at my door and watch as she opens it, moving inside.I reach for the light switch at the same time she does and I hear her quick intake of breath as our hands meet in the dark.“Sorry,” I say barely audibly.She takes another step in and let’s her gaze drift around my smal space.Her fingers trail over the books and movies on my shelf and she smiles.It’s mostly horror, her favorite.She moves on to the shelf of CD’s.“Hey, you know Dead End Days?”“Yeah.I’m from Il inois, remember?”Hope scrunches her nose.So freaking cute.“He’s from Ohio.The lead singer is, I mean.”“But he lives in Chicago now,” I correct her.“I’m surprised you know them.”“Female drummer.Of course I know them.Great band.”“Yeah, it is.”She final y turns to the bed and walks right over to it, kicking her shoes off and sitting in the middle.“Great bed,” she says so softly I almost miss it.I swal ow hard.“Yeah, it is.”I watch as she lies back on my pil ow.Her shirt rides up as she rests her arms above her head just like she did the first time I saw her.Hope lying on my bed is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.Straight out of my fantasies and into my room.“It smel s like you.” I dip my chin.“What do I smel like?”Propping herself on her elbows she manages a slight shrug.“Like boy soap and fabric softener.I like it.It’s nice.” Hope gazes up at me, her eyes boring into mine with fascination.“Why am I here, Mason?”That throws me off.I stare at the exposed strip of pale stomach.It amazes me that this little piece of skin can turn me on as much as seeing her at the pond in her underwear, dripping wet, her hair sticking to her.“What was the question?” She sits up.“I was promised shamrock boxers.Are you going to deliver?”“I can’t get in that bed with you,” I say as it dawns on me.“Being good, remember?” Peering up at me, Hope slips out of her shirt.The light pink bra she’s wearing makes her look so girly.So soft.So incredibly gorgeous.I realize I’m not breathing and suck air in quickly.Extending her arm, she drops the tank top to the floor and lies back once again.“And you remember I didn’t ask for you to be good.I want you to touch me.” Dear, God.She has no idea how much I want that too.And then she throws my words back at me.“Don’t make me beg you,” she breathes.Her words set me on fire, causing my body to burn with need.Nothing could stop me now.I crawl up the bed, moving over her little by little, dropping kisses on her legs.Taking my time on her smooth stomach.Paying special attention to her bel y button.My fingers graze the indentations between her ribs.Her breathing speeds with every move of my lips.I meet her eyes as I reach for the front clasp of her bra, giving her time to tel me to stop, but she doesn’t.Her chest rises faster and faster and I’m about to lose it just watching her reaction to me.I slide the lacy material away and taste her bare skin, my eyes stil locked with hers.With one last kiss, I let my gaze drop and my hand replaces my mouth.My thumb skims her tightened pink nipple.Hope wiggles under me while pul ing on my shirt at the same time [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”“What’s new? You’re friends have always hated me,” I mutter.“Yeah, but before they hated you because they wanted a piece of Park and you had dibs on his ownership papers.Now they have twice the ammunition.” She examines a bottle of nail polish I left on the stand.“Can I borrow this?” I nod dismissively.“What do you mean? First of al , I was never with Park, but besides that fact that nobody can seem to accept, we’re done.He’s free to date whoever he wants.” The idea of Park with another girl causes a slight twinge in my stomach.For the past year he showed no interest in anyone but me.I don’t know how I’l feel seeing his arms around someone else.I think of Mason and that helps relieve my panic, but I recognize the dul pain burning in my chest, marking the end of whatever it was Park and I had.“Rumor has it, Park is holding out.”“Holding out for what?” I ask, confused.She looks at me incredulously.“He’s waiting on you, Hope.Your whole ‘no commitment’ thing?” She bunny ears her words.“He doesn’t think this thing with Mason wil last long.”“He’s wrong,” I say, irritated.Huh.Did I just say that? Yes, and I meant it.I grab my cel phone off the charger and storm out of the room, heading outside so I’l have some privacy.Park picks up on the second ring.“Hope?”“Yeah.We need to talk.”“Al right,” he says languidly.His voice is soft, low.“Talk.”Taking a deep breath, I forge on.“I care about you and I don’t wanna hurt you.”< |fonsp; /p>“I care about you too.”“But,” I continue, ignoring him.“I am so mad at you for tel ing Guy and Mason about— my vice.We can never be what we were before.I’m with Mason now.I’m with him with him.”The silence stretches out and I close my eyes.“You’re with him?” He hisses the words into the phone and my eyes pop open.“Yes.He’s my boyfriend.”“Great.Congratulations.I need to go.”“Park, wait,” I murmur.“What, Hope? What?”“I’m sorry.”“Fuck you.And fuck Mason.I hope you’re both fucking happy together.” The line goes dead and I stare at my phone.Well that went well.But at least it’s done.He has his closure.I have mine.The girls at school wil have theirs.I sit on the step and text Mason.Me: U STILL UP?Him: YEP.WHAT’S UP?Me: JUST THINKING ABOUT U.Him: REALLY? WHAT ABOUT ME?I smile as I key in my next text.Me: I CAN’T GET THOSE BOXERS OUT OF MY HEAD.1 HEnbsp/span> Him: COME OVER.I HAVE ANOTHER PAIR.Me: RIGHT NOW?Him: YES.PLEASE?Me: REALLY?Him: DON’T MAKE ME BEG YOU.I bite my lip.I’m already outside.Everyone else is in bed.I doubt they’d miss me.I text Guy to cover for me before I respond to Mason.Me: DIRECTIONS?T27MasonIt takes Hope ten minutes to get here.I open the door before she has a chance to knock.I don’t want Kel waking up.She smiles at me and I have a sudden bout of nerves.This is the first time she’s seeing my house.I move out of the way, giving her space to get through the door.There are stil boxes piled along one wal , waiting to be unpacked.Her eyes brush over them.She circles the living room, her fingers skimming across the couch, the desk, the ancient computer.“You want something to drink?” I ask her because my throat feels too dry.She nods.“Some water?”I turn into the kitchen and she fol ows me.“Oh, wow.Your kitchen’s real y clean,” she observes.I chuckle.“It’s just the three of us.Mom’s usual y sleeping or working and Kel and I are at school or your house.Pretty easy clean up.” She takes the glass I offer her.I gulp mine down while she sips hers.“Where’s your room?” I stare at her over the rim of my glass.She does that thing that drives me crazy, dropping N k &nlashes leisurely and looking at me through them.I take the glass from her, setting both on the counter, and take her hand.She pauses halfway down the hal and I think she’s changed her mind, deciding she’s not ready to be alone in my room with me, but when I look back she’s examining a picture on the wal.“Your dad,” she says.It doesn’t sound like a question, but I nod.“You look just like him, except the hair obviously.Does your mom have your dark hair?”I nod again and she moves around me.“Which one?” she whispers.I point at my door and watch as she opens it, moving inside.I reach for the light switch at the same time she does and I hear her quick intake of breath as our hands meet in the dark.“Sorry,” I say barely audibly.She takes another step in and let’s her gaze drift around my smal space.Her fingers trail over the books and movies on my shelf and she smiles.It’s mostly horror, her favorite.She moves on to the shelf of CD’s.“Hey, you know Dead End Days?”“Yeah.I’m from Il inois, remember?”Hope scrunches her nose.So freaking cute.“He’s from Ohio.The lead singer is, I mean.”“But he lives in Chicago now,” I correct her.“I’m surprised you know them.”“Female drummer.Of course I know them.Great band.”“Yeah, it is.”She final y turns to the bed and walks right over to it, kicking her shoes off and sitting in the middle.“Great bed,” she says so softly I almost miss it.I swal ow hard.“Yeah, it is.”I watch as she lies back on my pil ow.Her shirt rides up as she rests her arms above her head just like she did the first time I saw her.Hope lying on my bed is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.Straight out of my fantasies and into my room.“It smel s like you.” I dip my chin.“What do I smel like?”Propping herself on her elbows she manages a slight shrug.“Like boy soap and fabric softener.I like it.It’s nice.” Hope gazes up at me, her eyes boring into mine with fascination.“Why am I here, Mason?”That throws me off.I stare at the exposed strip of pale stomach.It amazes me that this little piece of skin can turn me on as much as seeing her at the pond in her underwear, dripping wet, her hair sticking to her.“What was the question?” She sits up.“I was promised shamrock boxers.Are you going to deliver?”“I can’t get in that bed with you,” I say as it dawns on me.“Being good, remember?” Peering up at me, Hope slips out of her shirt.The light pink bra she’s wearing makes her look so girly.So soft.So incredibly gorgeous.I realize I’m not breathing and suck air in quickly.Extending her arm, she drops the tank top to the floor and lies back once again.“And you remember I didn’t ask for you to be good.I want you to touch me.” Dear, God.She has no idea how much I want that too.And then she throws my words back at me.“Don’t make me beg you,” she breathes.Her words set me on fire, causing my body to burn with need.Nothing could stop me now.I crawl up the bed, moving over her little by little, dropping kisses on her legs.Taking my time on her smooth stomach.Paying special attention to her bel y button.My fingers graze the indentations between her ribs.Her breathing speeds with every move of my lips.I meet her eyes as I reach for the front clasp of her bra, giving her time to tel me to stop, but she doesn’t.Her chest rises faster and faster and I’m about to lose it just watching her reaction to me.I slide the lacy material away and taste her bare skin, my eyes stil locked with hers.With one last kiss, I let my gaze drop and my hand replaces my mouth.My thumb skims her tightened pink nipple.Hope wiggles under me while pul ing on my shirt at the same time [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]