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Authors: Jennifer Ryder
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Heat rushes to my cheeks. It happens every single time I’m around him and the more skin I see, the deeper I blush. I swallow down, trying to keep my cool. His cheeks rise to accommodate a huge pain-in-my-arse grin.
“That blush kills me more, you know.” His voice is lower this time, and his chest rises as he takes in a deep breath.
“Your sister is in the next room,” I say in a quiet voice. Jack Johnson blares from the speakers in her room, so I don’t know why I’m whispering.
In a swift move, his head is at my ear. “I wish she wasn’t. Wish she was a million miles away right now and I had you all to myself. I’d throw you over my shoulder and—”
I clear my throat. Why is he making this so hard for me? We’ve kissed once before, but I had to put the brakes on. I owe it to Faith to be honest before things between Quade and I go further. I thought it was best to tell her after exams.
“We agreed to wait,” I say, placing my hand on his chest.
“No, I said I was ready. You, on the other hand, made the decision to wait for the both of us. Something I’m still trying to wrap my head around.”
“After the bonfire,” I promise.
“You gonna make me wait another day? A whole twenty-four hours? At least give me a taste,” he says and weaves those strong arms around my waist, pulling me against him.
His lips meet mine. His tongue teases at my lower lip. I moan against his mouth, fighting myself to hold back. I can’t. I want this too much. The kiss deepens. My breath hitches in the back of my throat as his tongue wrestles with mine.
Oh God, his mouth is divine and his kisses … I swear they have the power to cause amnesia—
The music dies. “You got that popcorn yet?” Faith calls out from the next room. “I’ve got the next episode of Suits ready to go.”
Our lips part. We both sigh in unison.
“She’ll be fine with it, Lace, if anything, knowing my sister, she’ll probably jump miles ahead and think how cool it’ll be to have you as a sister by marriage.”
I wake with a start. My mad-beating heart thrums his name with every beat. Ever since we delivered the pamphlets around the neighbourhood, I can’t get Quade out of my head. And now I’m dreaming about old times. Great times. I get out of bed, get sorted and take Charlie for a long walk down the beach and around to the lagoon and back. An hour later, he’s still on my mind.
Over the course of the day I talk myself out of showing up on his doorstep at least a dozen times. I change my clothes three times, settling for the tank top and black shorts I had on in the first place. After lunch, I’m out the door and on the way to his house. It’s as if my feet don’t give my brain a choice.
I have no idea what I’m even going to say. Hi, probably. After that, we’ll both be listening to the kookaburras laughing as I stand there with my mouth wide open.
With each step closer in the direction of his house, it’s as if my brain is ghosting away, drifting out through my ears along with words that need to be said. I can imagine the riveting conversation now.
Hey … you.
Hey, Lace. What you doing here?
Um, dunno.
As I take the final step onto his timber porch, my foot catches. I land on one knee, my arms flail around to balance myself. My head crashes into the bottom half of the front door.
“Ow,” I whine quietly to myself, hoping like hell that Quade didn’t hear me barrelling into his house. For about ten seconds I lie there, breathing in and out slowly. Grateful that there’s no noise inside the building, with a shaking hand I use the doorknob for leverage. My head spins so I perch on all fours, concentrating again on my breathing as the dizziness thankfully passes. Please let Quade be out in the backyard, or in the shower. Matter of fact, please let him be out . In a minute, I’ll dust myself off and just go to work early. Dad will be impressed that I’m not late for a
Heat rushes to my cheeks. It happens every single time I’m around him and the more skin I see, the deeper I blush. I swallow down, trying to keep my cool. His cheeks rise to accommodate a huge pain-in-my-arse grin.
“That blush kills me more, you know.” His voice is lower this time, and his chest rises as he takes in a deep breath.
“Your sister is in the next room,” I say in a quiet voice. Jack Johnson blares from the speakers in her room, so I don’t know why I’m whispering.
In a swift move, his head is at my ear. “I wish she wasn’t. Wish she was a million miles away right now and I had you all to myself. I’d throw you over my shoulder and—”
I clear my throat. Why is he making this so hard for me? We’ve kissed once before, but I had to put the brakes on. I owe it to Faith to be honest before things between Quade and I go further. I thought it was best to tell her after exams.
“We agreed to wait,” I say, placing my hand on his chest.
“No, I said I was ready. You, on the other hand, made the decision to wait for the both of us. Something I’m still trying to wrap my head around.”
“After the bonfire,” I promise.
“You gonna make me wait another day? A whole twenty-four hours? At least give me a taste,” he says and weaves those strong arms around my waist, pulling me against him.
His lips meet mine. His tongue teases at my lower lip. I moan against his mouth, fighting myself to hold back. I can’t. I want this too much. The kiss deepens. My breath hitches in the back of my throat as his tongue wrestles with mine.
Oh God, his mouth is divine and his kisses … I swear they have the power to cause amnesia—
The music dies. “You got that popcorn yet?” Faith calls out from the next room. “I’ve got the next episode of Suits ready to go.”
Our lips part. We both sigh in unison.
“She’ll be fine with it, Lace, if anything, knowing my sister, she’ll probably jump miles ahead and think how cool it’ll be to have you as a sister by marriage.”
I wake with a start. My mad-beating heart thrums his name with every beat. Ever since we delivered the pamphlets around the neighbourhood, I can’t get Quade out of my head. And now I’m dreaming about old times. Great times. I get out of bed, get sorted and take Charlie for a long walk down the beach and around to the lagoon and back. An hour later, he’s still on my mind.
Over the course of the day I talk myself out of showing up on his doorstep at least a dozen times. I change my clothes three times, settling for the tank top and black shorts I had on in the first place. After lunch, I’m out the door and on the way to his house. It’s as if my feet don’t give my brain a choice.
I have no idea what I’m even going to say. Hi, probably. After that, we’ll both be listening to the kookaburras laughing as I stand there with my mouth wide open.
With each step closer in the direction of his house, it’s as if my brain is ghosting away, drifting out through my ears along with words that need to be said. I can imagine the riveting conversation now.
Hey … you.
Hey, Lace. What you doing here?
Um, dunno.
As I take the final step onto his timber porch, my foot catches. I land on one knee, my arms flail around to balance myself. My head crashes into the bottom half of the front door.
“Ow,” I whine quietly to myself, hoping like hell that Quade didn’t hear me barrelling into his house. For about ten seconds I lie there, breathing in and out slowly. Grateful that there’s no noise inside the building, with a shaking hand I use the doorknob for leverage. My head spins so I perch on all fours, concentrating again on my breathing as the dizziness thankfully passes. Please let Quade be out in the backyard, or in the shower. Matter of fact, please let him be out . In a minute, I’ll dust myself off and just go to work early. Dad will be impressed that I’m not late for a
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