On the surface, this relationship between us is still fake, and it has an expiration. But neither of us can truly deny that feelings and attraction is there. And I’m starting to wonder if the expiration date has to be permanent. Because in the few days of our fake relationship, she has shown me more love and affection than anyone has shown me before.
There are a million ways that I would love to repay her for last night, but the unspoken words between us feel like a barrier.
But I want to know what her body would do if I ran my tongue up her neck, teasing her. Would she get goose bumps? What if I slipped a strap off of her shoulder, ran my fingers down her silky skin to those perfect breasts? What would she do if I took her nipple into my mouth, biting with the perfect pressure? Would she moan? Would she be wet for me?
The thoughts don’t leave my mind in the slightest as I gesture to the box. “Can I have a slice?”
She taps the countertop next to her and whispers, “Yeah, of course.”
Spinning around, I place my back against the counter and hop up backward next to her. She grabs a cold piece of pepperoni pizza and hands it to me.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asks me as she gently bumps her shoulder with mine.
With my mouth already biting down on the pizza, I nod. Swallowing my bite, I whisper, “I woke up randomly and saw you weren’t there. I needed water, so I thought I would look for you and get a glass.”
She smirks. “Came looking for me, huh?”
Rolling my eyes, I push all of my hair to my back. “Maybe. I probably would have just given up after I got my water. You just happened to be in here.”
She scoffs and slaps my bare thigh playfully. But she doesn’t pull her hand away afterward, and her thumb strokes the sensitive skin.
Her voice is wary, a bit shaky, as she asks, “Are you doing okay here? Like, are you having at least a little bit of fun?”
Giving her a truthful answer, I’m unsure what this will do to our friendship, if anything. “I have never slept as good in my entire life as I have next to you here. I am having the best time, Noelle. Thank you for bringing me, honestly.”
She scrunches her face and shakes her head. “I’m the one who should be thanking you for putting up with this charade. I’m not upset that I lied to my family, to be honest. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have you here with me.”
My chest fucking flutters at her words. I feel like a teenager getting asked to homecoming by the person she likes. “Are yo-you having a good time?”
Her hand on my thigh moves up slightly, and the tingles pulse all the way to my core. She closes her hand into a fist, all except her pointer finger, which is now tracing figure eights on my skin. The slightest pressure of her touch ignites feelings in me that I’ve never felt. How is it possible to bethisturned on by that?
“I am having the”—her finger trails higher, brushing against the lace of my red silk shorts—“best”—her finger slips under the lace and my legs involuntarily open slightly—“time, better than I could have imagined really.” Her hand flattens, her thumb pressing against the crease where my hip and thigh meet. “All because of”—she squeezes, and I gasp—“you.” Her voice is raspy.
As my breathing quickens, I whisper, “You give me too much credit.”
Her body is pulling me to her like a magnet. I can’t resist falling into her side as she scoots closer to me, pushing one of her legs behind my back. The other is tucked into herself and pressing against my thigh, where her hand is squeezing gently, massaging.
Cautiously, she lifts her free hand and grasps a loose strand of hair. I expect her to push it behind my ear with the rest of my hair. But instead, she twirls it between her fingers, staring at the pieces swirling in her light grip.
“You deserve all of the credit, love. I can promise you that,” she whispers in my ear as she drops my hair, and her forehead rolls against the side of mine.
My heart is racing, threatening to burst as her soft, plump lips press into my cheek. Our kiss last night was the best kiss ever. It instantly became the kiss that I will always try to find in the lips of others, although they could never match hers.
But it wouldn’t hurt to try to find it between her lips once more while I’m here. After all, I am just really good at playing her girlfriend.
“Noelle,” I murmur, turning my head enough so that her lips graze the corner of mine.
All air expels from my lungs as she purses her lips and presses a kiss against the seam of my lips.
“Kat,” she says with such desperation and desire.
Lifting her hand off of my leg, she cups the side of my face, slowly turning my head until our lips are lined up perfectly, an inch separating them. The warm air from our breaths teasing each other to make the first move.
Her thumb strokes over my cheek as her eyes flutter, meeting my heavy gaze for only a brief second.
Her voice is thick with passion. “What are you doing to me, Kat? What are you do—”
Emotion overtakes me, a fire igniting in me from her words, a fire I didn’t know existed. I crash into her, our lips instantly finding their perfect rhythm. Her kisses are confident and sexy, yet sweet and tender.
