Sɪᴄᴋ⁻⁻Jsᴄʜʟᴀᴛᴛ//Fᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 30

Whenever I opened my eyes, Schlatt still kissed me with the same fervor as our first kiss. He'd inhale the scent of my skin with his nose buried in my cheek and exhale a small chuckle into my mouth. I've never been more obsessed with how someone's mouth moved and made me feel. 

I've had my fair share of shitty kisses; from the seven minutes in heaven kiss I shared with my 8th-grade crush to my drunken one-night stand trying to get over my ex. Schaltt's kiss seems to excuse every one of them and put me under a spell where one is never enough. 

His phone vibrates from his pocket and he continues to kiss me--my lower back is pressed against the granite with his hands gripping my waist. Mine around his face, warm from the scarlet blood that rushed to his cheeks. 

The phone continued to ring and I started worrying that it might be an emergency. I began to pull away when Schlatt shook his head and pulled me closer to him. I tried to stop my knees from locking and falling further into his grasp. If I could, I'd freeze time and get this moment framed in my brain--making out in his kitchen with such fondness that I miss feeling his lips against mine while it happens. 

"Fucking Christ." Schlatt pulls back and snatches his phone out of his pocket. Even though Schlatt didn't respond, the ringing continued. I caught a peek of who called him and felt my blood boil and the nausea I swallowed ressurface. 

Kalynn.

"I'm sorry, I have to take this," Schlatt answered and began walking away, answering whatever questions she had in a low voice.

I ball my fist up and curse under my breath. Why is she calling him? Why couldn't Schlatt take the call in front of me? Why did he kiss me again? Didn't he say that whatever romantic shit would be on camera? Why is everything with him so confusing? Why can't Schlatt be the sweet, direct, and humble man all the fanfic authors write about?

"Hey, sorry about that." Schlatt ran a hand through his hair and I tried to resist putting him in a headlock. "Kalynn was wondering how the move was."

Why the fuck is she so concerned? I can feel my jealousy boiling over and I try to control the words that come out of my mouth. Schlatt frowns at my silence, which means my face reveals everything my mouth isn't. 

"What's wrong? You look angry."

Yeah, I don't understand why your ex is so up your ass about everything. First, she fell to her knees when you told her you were moving, and now she called you asking about how your move was. And you kissed me. That was weird too. Let's not forget about that.

"Nothing." I grin and try to play it off as the nonchalant girl because Schlatt isn't my boyfriend (even though he kisses me like my husband) and I have no right to be jealous. "What was she asking about?"

"If I settled in, stuff like that." Schlatt rested his palm on the granite and leaned on it. "Told her there was no move and she was over the fucking moon about it."

Wrong choice of words, Jared. "Oh!" I exclaim. "I'm sure she's just super happy you're nearby!"

Great way to be subtle about your jealousy, Olive. Maybe you should tattoo IM JEALOUS on your forehead next time to make it less obvious. 

I cringe at my reaction and Schlatt makes his question mark face. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Change the subject. Now. "Yeah uh...that kiss was a little out of place." I chuckle. Why is this the subject change? Am I trying to make a fool out of myself?

Schlatt reddens and he chuckles weakly. "Yeah, I don't know where that came from." He's using the same excuse he always made and leaves me with loose ends and nights of overthinking.