Danielle Greyson would shove them across the border into Jerry Springer land.
“Mind telling me why my last name is so damn funny?” He didn’t seem pleased with her in the least, and she leaned forward to pat the back of his hand in understanding.
“Danielle is the same person who cursed me,” she explained. “She also happens to be the mother of that friend I was telling you about.”
A myriad of expressions crossed his face in that moment, but the one that dominated all the rest was hope, underscored by an awed kind of wonder.
“Little Alex,” he said, and he ducked his head as his eyes glistened. “I never thought…I’d forgotten…” His voice trailed off and Rachel squeezed his hand to make him look back up at her.
“She’d love to meet you,” she told him. “I think you two would like each other.”
“I don’t have to like her,” he said simply, his shoulder lifting and falling in a shrug. “I already love her. I have since the moment she was born.”
Something about that confession, about the truth that rang so sweetly within his words, had emotion clogging her throat. As an only child, Alex was the closest thing she had to a sister and she knew that Alex felt the same way about her. Now there was another musketeer to add to the group, another fairly-merry man. Personally, Rachel couldn’t wait to see the look on her friend’s face when she finally introduced her to Chris. Rachel could milk something like this for years.
Alex can you pass me the remote?
Don’t wanna.
Oh that’s alright. I only reunited you with your BROTHER. No need to show any gratitude or anything.
Or.
Hey Alex, can I borrow that black dress? The one with the spaghetti straps?
No. You still haven’t returned the purse I lent you.
True…I was too busy giving you back your BROTHER. I’ll prioritize better in the future.
Oh yeah.
This was going to be sweet.
Rachel didn’t realize she was rubbing her hands manically together until Chris ducked his head to look into her eyes.
“You cold?” he asked, clearly upset by the possibility.
She grinned.
“Nope. Just happy.”
“Uh huh.”
He scowled, and he was so dour, gruff, and angsty that she leaned forward and kissed him. It didn’t seem possible, but somehow kissing him now was even sweeter than all the other times before. There was a sense of familiarity in the way their lips met, a sense of ownership in the way he claimed her mouth and slipped his tongue inside. Adrenaline had her blood rushing and her fingers tingled. Electricity danced through her veins and the sound of her own heart was a cacophony in her ears. She pressed forward, hungrily, wantonly, to press her breasts against his chest. Hoping he could feel her heat and the rise of her nipples through her clothes.
Rachel had always been a free thinker.
She didn’t like to think of herself as promiscuous, but she wasn’t shy about getting what she wanted when she wanted it. Sex had never been a big deal to her, after all. It had always been fun, something to explore and enjoy to the fullest like your favorite dessert. Her vagina didn’t exactly say hello to every Tom, Dick, and Harry it passed by, but it was friendly when the situation called for it.
She wanted to be friendly with Chris, and she made sure he could feel it in the way she kissed him. In the way she dipped her fingers into his curly hair, the way she angled close, sliding into his lap so that they were groin to groin. A delicious meeting of throbbing, hard flesh against the wet heat of her sex.
She hummed in the back of her throat, pleased by the contact and wanting more. But just as she reached down to unbuckle his pants, he grabbed her wrist and pulled away from their kiss. He eyed her, breathing fast and hard, eyes turbulent and dark, and then shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry. I-I can’t. Not with you.” He shook his head again, more vehemently and cursed beneath his breath before picking her up by
“Mind telling me why my last name is so damn funny?” He didn’t seem pleased with her in the least, and she leaned forward to pat the back of his hand in understanding.
“Danielle is the same person who cursed me,” she explained. “She also happens to be the mother of that friend I was telling you about.”
A myriad of expressions crossed his face in that moment, but the one that dominated all the rest was hope, underscored by an awed kind of wonder.
“Little Alex,” he said, and he ducked his head as his eyes glistened. “I never thought…I’d forgotten…” His voice trailed off and Rachel squeezed his hand to make him look back up at her.
“She’d love to meet you,” she told him. “I think you two would like each other.”
“I don’t have to like her,” he said simply, his shoulder lifting and falling in a shrug. “I already love her. I have since the moment she was born.”
Something about that confession, about the truth that rang so sweetly within his words, had emotion clogging her throat. As an only child, Alex was the closest thing she had to a sister and she knew that Alex felt the same way about her. Now there was another musketeer to add to the group, another fairly-merry man. Personally, Rachel couldn’t wait to see the look on her friend’s face when she finally introduced her to Chris. Rachel could milk something like this for years.
Alex can you pass me the remote?
Don’t wanna.
Oh that’s alright. I only reunited you with your BROTHER. No need to show any gratitude or anything.
Or.
Hey Alex, can I borrow that black dress? The one with the spaghetti straps?
No. You still haven’t returned the purse I lent you.
True…I was too busy giving you back your BROTHER. I’ll prioritize better in the future.
Oh yeah.
This was going to be sweet.
Rachel didn’t realize she was rubbing her hands manically together until Chris ducked his head to look into her eyes.
“You cold?” he asked, clearly upset by the possibility.
She grinned.
“Nope. Just happy.”
“Uh huh.”
He scowled, and he was so dour, gruff, and angsty that she leaned forward and kissed him. It didn’t seem possible, but somehow kissing him now was even sweeter than all the other times before. There was a sense of familiarity in the way their lips met, a sense of ownership in the way he claimed her mouth and slipped his tongue inside. Adrenaline had her blood rushing and her fingers tingled. Electricity danced through her veins and the sound of her own heart was a cacophony in her ears. She pressed forward, hungrily, wantonly, to press her breasts against his chest. Hoping he could feel her heat and the rise of her nipples through her clothes.
Rachel had always been a free thinker.
She didn’t like to think of herself as promiscuous, but she wasn’t shy about getting what she wanted when she wanted it. Sex had never been a big deal to her, after all. It had always been fun, something to explore and enjoy to the fullest like your favorite dessert. Her vagina didn’t exactly say hello to every Tom, Dick, and Harry it passed by, but it was friendly when the situation called for it.
She wanted to be friendly with Chris, and she made sure he could feel it in the way she kissed him. In the way she dipped her fingers into his curly hair, the way she angled close, sliding into his lap so that they were groin to groin. A delicious meeting of throbbing, hard flesh against the wet heat of her sex.
She hummed in the back of her throat, pleased by the contact and wanting more. But just as she reached down to unbuckle his pants, he grabbed her wrist and pulled away from their kiss. He eyed her, breathing fast and hard, eyes turbulent and dark, and then shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry. I-I can’t. Not with you.” He shook his head again, more vehemently and cursed beneath his breath before picking her up by
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