Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

35 - Need, Notable & Naughty

~ On Your Body - Alejandro Lema ~
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Heath's POV
As I'm about to open the door a hand pulls me back. "Hey just thought I should tell you beforehand I told Peyton and Penn there's nothing between us. And that um, that was a one time thing," Prystyne says. I listen closely and nod.

"Yeah that's fine. Just makes this game I'm about to play ten times more fun," I smirk before getting out of the car. I hold the door open while Prystyne slides out.

"What game?" She asks cluelessly.

I chuckle lightly. I raise a brow and she shakes her head. "No games. I don't want them knowing anything," she slaps my shoulder before walking to the front door.

I laugh following behind her. "They aren't going to suspect a thing." I lean down so my lips are right by her ear. "Just don't make it obvious when I have you whimpering," I whisper. I know this drives her crazy.

She places her hand on the doorknob opening it. She looks back at me while I stand with my hands in my pocket. "Roll the dice, Kade. You're on," she turns back around walking into the house.

"Hello! Children you sent off to war are back!" She shouts. I laugh, closing the door and taking off my shoes.

"Don't be dramatic! Welcome Heath," Prystyne's mom, Pam, greets me. I smile as she pulls me into a short hug. I watch as her husband, Derek, walks in.

I hold out my hand and shake hands with him. "Sam is here. Your parents are running late. Penn and Peyton are in the basement. Dinner in half an hour," Derek informs.

"Alright. Heath and I will be downstairs," Prystyne says.

"Heath will be with you in a second," Derek says, staring me down. Great, what did I do now. Prystyne looks between Derek and I a few times.

"Daaddd," she drawls.

"This conversation does not concern you. Leave," Derek demands. Prystyne looks at me. She mouths "sorry" before rolling her eyes at her dad and leaving.

Derek clears his throat facing me. "Now son," he begins. I hate when he calls me that. He places a hand on my shoulder with a tightening grip. "I want you to stay away from Prystyne. Friends, that's fine. But you will not lay a finger on my daughter in any way. Not even a hug or high-five," he makes clear. I would love to roll my eyes and push him off.

But I know he'll tell my parents and they might just take Prys away from me for good. I don't want that. "Yes," I answer.

"Yes what?"

God he really makes it hard to be nice to him. "Yes, sir," I mutter. A smile grows on his face and he lets go of his death grip. "Good, you aren't hurting another one of my daughters. Why don't you go hangout with Penn," he motions his head towards the stairs.

"Sure," I mumble, walking off. There's no way I'm hanging out with Penn. As I walk downstairs I notice Prystyne trying to figure out how to use a cue stick. Behind her, Peyton and Sam are talking.

"You're holding it wrong," I tell her. She looks up at me and smiles. She's making this 'don't get close' so hard for me.

I want to get close. I want her. I want her so close there's nothing in between. No people, no thoughts, not even a piece of fabric. I want to feel her, understand her. I want to know every single thing there is about her. Every thought, every secret. I need to.

If she'll let me.

"Why don't you come show me then," she smirks.

"Not happening. Watch it Prys," Peyton warns, walking in behind me. I don't bother looking at him, he does the same ignoring me.