Finding relationships is easy... Keeping them is the real game.
That's what I'm learning in my first one. It's not easy. Our rival schools are an hour apart, my best friend's turning secretive, my parents are controlling, and my brother's still an a...
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Thursday, I was happy to see Ellie back in her rightful bleacher seat. She messaged me that she'd meet me at Mom's house, so, I hurried home. Her yellow clown car was parked outside, but Mom's sedan was missing. I grabbed my bags and took hurried steps up the driveway, hoping she wasn't locked out.
Saying I was surprised by Ellie's forwardness kissing me was an understatement. I couldn't remember anything during my classes today, but was painfully aware how every detail – like how the confident, determined look in her eyes jack-hammered my wall of restraint into dust – tore into me.
I wanted to lock her in my truck and touch every inch of her until this growing obsession with pleasure was satisfied.
The front door was unlocked, so I stepped in. "Ellie?"
"In the kitchen."
I abandoned my gear bag near the steps and followed a warm, homey smell. Even better was the view of Ellie's ass as she bent over the stove and pulled out a tray. Even the gap in her thigh, highlighted by her black leggings, was a new torture.
"I brought—"
"Leftovers," I finished.
"Yeah." She flashed me a bashful smile. "Just some of the rosemary-baked chicken and roasted vegetables Mom and I made last night."
"Smells amazing." I inhaled, the smell dropping into my stomach, and stepped closer. "How did you get in?"
"Your mom let me in."
As soon as she set the pan down, I pounced, pulling her into my arms and pressing my lips into the tempting skin on her neck. She squeaked and giggled, bracing my chest and resting her fingers where my heart pounded.
After one kiss, she arched her neck. I greedily took more and more, trailing sloppy kisses in search of the sensitive spot behind her ear. She hummed when I found it, her pulse jumping. Lingering, I took a slow breath of her fruity shampoo.
Much better than when she smelled like barely edible, greasy pizza.
She moaned when I teased a lick behind her ear, trembling in my hold. I smiled against her skin at the trail of goosebumps my kisses had left, my body heat cranking up at how responsive she was. Not that I was better, probably could come in my pants just from those sweet, low moans.
Her shoulders bounced as she laughed at my attacking her neck spot again, this time with a light suck. "Are you trying to give me a hickey?"
"I should. Right...here." I pressed one more kiss on her and straightened. "Not to kill the mood, but where's Mom?"
"At the grocery store." Ellie leaned against the counters, pinning my organs still with those big, dark, doe-shaped eyes. "She'll be back in about ten minutes."
The growing excitement between my legs suggested I probably didn't need ten minutes. As I stepped closer to narrow the gap between us, her lips parted for the most dreaded words anyone could say in a relationship.
