Griff takes me upstairs to his room and hands me some clothes to change into.
“I’m just going to get cleaned up quickly,” he says, pointing over his shoulder to the bathroom.
“Alright.” I giggle at the slight blush on his cheeks. I made Griffin Turner come in his pants. I made a teenage fantasy of his come true.
“Hey, Griff?”
“Yeah?”
“You said that was your teenage fantasy. Am I supposed to believe you’ve never dry-humped someone before?”
“That was never my teenage fantasy, Kenna. The fantasy was watching you come undone beneath me without me so much as using my hands, mouth, or having my cock buried inside you,” he answers with a cocky smirk.
“Oh. So, coming in your pants wasn’t the fantasy,” I tease.
“No, that was more so what I would do when you were in the room next to me, sleeping over, as I ran through all of the dirty things I wanted to do to you.”
I’m stunned speechless. I was sure that all those years I had lusted after the boy next door, my best friend’s older brother, that my feelings were one-sided.
He kisses me softly, taking his time as he molds his tongue with mine. I feel everything from that one kiss. Slowly pulling away, he sighs with his eyes still closed, shaking his head to himself.
“What is it?” I ask.
Opening his eyes, he looks down at me. “I never thought it could be like this. I didn’t think anything besides hockey could consume my thoughts. But here I am, with you still in my arms, thinking about the next date I’m taking you on, and all of the ways I want to watch you unravel.”
My heart expands in my chest, making my next breaths shutter in and out of me.
I’m falling for the boy next door. But, then, I have been for years, so what does that tell you?
I’ve already fallen.
I just hope the place I land is as soft as the way his lips feel on mine.
6
June
Birds are chirping and the air smells like summer mixed with a familiar citrusy scent. Warmth consumes me and I open my eyes to find Kenna’s blonde hair splayed across my chest.
The sun is starting to rise, lighting the backyard in a golden glow. We must’ve fallen asleep last night after the movie. We stayed up talking and kissing until we struggled to keep our eyes open.
I don’t want to wake her when she looks so peaceful, but we’re supposed to go to the gym with Katie and Carse this morning. I take a few more moments to bask in this moment.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I rasp as I adjust her in my arms so I’m able to roll onto my side. I start laying kisses along her forehead, her jawline, her closed eyelids, and her nose, and just as I’m about to claim her mouth she shoots her hand up over her lips.
“No kissing until I’ve brushed my teeth,” she mumbles under her hand.
I kiss the ring on her hand that covers her lips. When I move her hand away, she tries to shoot the other up, so I pin them above her head. I’m able to fit both of her wrists in one hand and use my other to tilt her chin up to kiss her sweet mouth.
“Sunshine, your dragon breath doesn’t scare me. I don’t think there’s a thing you could do that would turn me off.”
Then, I kiss her. She moans into my mouth as I open hers, and our tongues twirl. Kissing Kenna feels like the first breath after being underwater. It’s all-consuming and invigorating.
Our kiss deepens, shooting desire down my spine. Bringing my hips down, I grind into Kenna, only the fabric of our sweatpants between us. I tell myself we should stop, that we’ve got places to be, but Jesus—Kenna is the drug I know I’m never going to be able to quit.
“Ahem.” I hear a throat clearing from the back porch of my house.
Looking up, my eyes connect with my dad’s as he stands outside the sliding glass doors, holding his mug of coffee.
