“It’s a shitty reality, but it is what it is.”
“It isn’t one you deserve.” She rips open a little white and blue packet.
“The universe is compensating.”
“How so?” she demands. “It sent me you.” Alana stills just before she starts cleaning my face.
She huffs. “You have a golden tongue.”
“You have no idea how golden it is,” I reply wickedly.
“I have some idea.” She smirks, then wipes my face. I suck some air through my teeth; it burns like a motherfucker.
“I can’t wait to show you what I can really do with my tongue.” I wrap my legs around her thighs as she cleans me up.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she goads me.
“It’s wheneveryou’reready,” I correct her.
“I’ve been ready since the first night I met you.” She blushes. She’s such an emotional hard ass, but get her to admit what she’s really feeling, and she turns to mush.
I love mush.
“Oh yeah?” I perk up. “When I had you on the dance floor moving my hips?”
“Yes, exactly then.” She grins, and I know she’s recalling our dance. That was a good night.
“Do you still want to go away?” I ask. “We can go back to LBI or maybe spend the night in the city?” I know how much Alana loves the city.
“We could,” she muses. “Or we could go one other place. A little more local.”
“Local?” I raise my eyebrows. “You’ve given this some thought?”
“Why do you look surprised?” She laughs.
“Because you always surprise me,” I admit truthfully.
“Well, I gotta keep you on your toes,” she flirts.
“You definitely do.” I lean in and kiss her, but as soon as our lips touch, pain shoots through me, and I jump. “Shit.”
“Oh.” She tries not to giggle. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I smile idiotically. “You’re worth the pain.”
“You are so full of—”
“Don’t you dare say shit.”
“I wasn’t!” She makes a surrendering hand gesture. “I was going to say flattery! You’re so full of flattery.”
“Oh, okay then.” I grab her face and kiss her again. Completely ignoring the pain and solely concentrating on the pleasure.