The Rejection Pact

What She Is.

*Frazier's POV*

I swear to god all I can think about right now is the way he just sucked my tongue into his mouth.

Kira is killing me because of what's coming this week, and she's basically trying to secure me a booty call.

I DO NOT WANT ANY PHYSICAL ACTIVITY YET.

Well, aside from kissing.

The boy can kiss, I'll give him that.

We made our way down the stairs and to the kitchen before he stopped me in front of the back door. "Can you do me a favor?" He pursed his lips.

"What's up?" I sighed.

"Can you like, hold my hand when we walk out. My grandparents, they know about you, but they don't know about our agreement, or that we're even thinking about the possibility of rejection, and I really would prefer for them not to." He scrunched his face.

I gave him a small smile and held my hand out. "Papa doesn't know either, so let's just, see if we can get through the day without them thinking anything."

He smiled and grabbed my hand. "Thank you." He nodded.

"Yeah, you're lucky I'm in a good mood today." I slid the door open.

"Well, I hope I put you in an even better mood, or I may actually get offended." He closed the door behind us.

"Well, seeing the dick of the gods would put anyone in a good mood." I shrugged.

"Wow, dick of the gods." He let out a small laugh.

"It's quite godly. Not to big, not small at all, could touch the back of my thro- stop!"

"Well, I'm liking Kira more and more." He smirked.

"Shut up." I let out a small laugh.

"Now, don't get me wrong, Kira, I'm flattered. But if it were actually Frazier saying that, I would be taking you back up to your room and giving you exactly what you want."

"Ethan." I shook my head.

"What, you can tell me that my junk is god like, but I can't tell you that I would be glad to introduce you to my grandparents, then take you back up to your room and use my tongue to completely destroy your pu-"

Before he could even finish, I shot around and covered his mouth with my hand.

"Do not say that. Are you done?" I raised my eyebrows.

He shrugged.

I lowered my hand and he cleared his throat. "Pussy and drain every ounce of come from your body while making you call me Sir." He smiled.

I just looked up at him.

His smile grew. "Are you ready to go back upstairs now?"

I shook my head. "That is not happening until at least our second date, remember?"

He nodded. "Then I will just settle for feeling that tongue ring clank against my teeth."

My god, now my vagina is killing me.

He scrunched his face, took a deep breath in and looked around. "Do you have honeysuckle growing somewhere?"

"Nope." I grabbed his hand. "To the grandparents."

"Wait." He pulled me back. "Promise that in like 30 minutes we'll sneak away somewhere and I can touch you again."

"Ethan." I shook my head.