out of his pockets and reaches for my arm, but seems to think better of it and sticks them back in.
I lead the way out of the kitchen and look for Nevaeh so I can say good-bye. It isn’t hard to spot her. Not with a pink-haired leech attached to her ass.
I rush into the middle of all the dancing bodies where Sakura and Nevaeh are sashaying together as a perfect, funky unit that’s bringing on an avalanche of cheers and whistles. Vee sees me and waves me over.
“Wren! I met your cousin! She’s awesome! Come dance with us, sweetie!”
Sakura’s smile is so slimy sweet I feel like I just got sprayed down with corn syrup.
“Can’t, Vee! I have to head home and check Bestemor! Call me later!”
Vee nods and blows me a kiss before she goes back to having an amazing time with my phony, interfering cousin. I can’t imagine feeling any angrier when Sakura blows a kiss my way. What a big, fat faker! What a diabolical loser!
Then I realize the kiss wasn’t for me. Jonas’s perfect, chiseled cheekbones are bright red.
I stomp out to the truck so fast, Jonas actually has to jog a little to keep up.
“Wren! Wren!” he calls.
“What?” I don’t mean to scream at him, but I don’t know where else to direct my fury.
“What’s up?” We slide into the truck and he turns my way before he starts the engine.
“I’m fine,” I grit out. So what if my hands are shaking and I’m grinding my teeth to nubs? So what if my freakishly lovely surprise cousin has invaded my life and seems hell bent on ruining my social plans and stealing my friend and maybe boyfriend? So what?
“You seem kind of pissed.” Jonas pulls out and starts for my house.
“I’m not,” I insist, but the annoyance in my voice screeches like nails on a chalkboard.
We drive right up to my house in total silence. Jonas starts to open his door when I get out.
“You don’t have to get out,” I say, ready to just collapse in my bed and forget Sakura, Loki, Jonas, Vee, Zivalus, and every other crazy aspect of my life.
“I’m walking you to your door.” There’s no argument.
I march ahead and he follows at a much slower pace, his hands straining the pockets of his jacket. At the crumbling concrete steps, I turn and face him.
“Thanks. A lot. That sounds bitchy, I know, but I really do mean it. I appreciate that you’re so concerned and everything. You’re super nice. And if this was a different time and I knew more about what the hell was going on and what’s up with this fox and my cousin and my grandma, it could be so—”
But I never get to finish my ramble.
Because Jonas leans in and kisses me. He takes his hands out of his pockets, curls them around my shoulders, pulls me to him, and puts his mouth over mine. He kisses like he’s taking a long, slow drink after running the track in the blistering heat. The way he kisses makes my head spin, and I have this deep-rooted desire to wrap my arms and legs around him and let him carry me wherever he wants so we can do whatever we want.
But just when I’m wet and dizzy and on the verge of moaning right against his mouth, he pulls back. The pop of his lips off mine is the only sound except for our heavy panting. I can feel the breeze on the saliva rimmed around my lips and my face burns a little from the raw scrape of his stubble.
“You’re welcome.” He takes two gigantic steps backwards and walks to his truck.
I take two gigantic steps backwards and almost kill myself falling into my front door. Those little animated birds are back, singing their hearts out and whizzing around my head. I double check Bestemor, float to my room, and try to muster up all the arguments I had against dating Jonas. I know there were some really good, solid ones.
Loki jumps up on my bed and licks her paws with a delicate pink tongue. I reach my hand out and she arches against my palm. My fingers settle into her soft, dense fur and when I rub her, I try to communicate through my skin the good, bursting
I lead the way out of the kitchen and look for Nevaeh so I can say good-bye. It isn’t hard to spot her. Not with a pink-haired leech attached to her ass.
I rush into the middle of all the dancing bodies where Sakura and Nevaeh are sashaying together as a perfect, funky unit that’s bringing on an avalanche of cheers and whistles. Vee sees me and waves me over.
“Wren! I met your cousin! She’s awesome! Come dance with us, sweetie!”
Sakura’s smile is so slimy sweet I feel like I just got sprayed down with corn syrup.
“Can’t, Vee! I have to head home and check Bestemor! Call me later!”
Vee nods and blows me a kiss before she goes back to having an amazing time with my phony, interfering cousin. I can’t imagine feeling any angrier when Sakura blows a kiss my way. What a big, fat faker! What a diabolical loser!
Then I realize the kiss wasn’t for me. Jonas’s perfect, chiseled cheekbones are bright red.
I stomp out to the truck so fast, Jonas actually has to jog a little to keep up.
“Wren! Wren!” he calls.
“What?” I don’t mean to scream at him, but I don’t know where else to direct my fury.
“What’s up?” We slide into the truck and he turns my way before he starts the engine.
“I’m fine,” I grit out. So what if my hands are shaking and I’m grinding my teeth to nubs? So what if my freakishly lovely surprise cousin has invaded my life and seems hell bent on ruining my social plans and stealing my friend and maybe boyfriend? So what?
“You seem kind of pissed.” Jonas pulls out and starts for my house.
“I’m not,” I insist, but the annoyance in my voice screeches like nails on a chalkboard.
We drive right up to my house in total silence. Jonas starts to open his door when I get out.
“You don’t have to get out,” I say, ready to just collapse in my bed and forget Sakura, Loki, Jonas, Vee, Zivalus, and every other crazy aspect of my life.
“I’m walking you to your door.” There’s no argument.
I march ahead and he follows at a much slower pace, his hands straining the pockets of his jacket. At the crumbling concrete steps, I turn and face him.
“Thanks. A lot. That sounds bitchy, I know, but I really do mean it. I appreciate that you’re so concerned and everything. You’re super nice. And if this was a different time and I knew more about what the hell was going on and what’s up with this fox and my cousin and my grandma, it could be so—”
But I never get to finish my ramble.
Because Jonas leans in and kisses me. He takes his hands out of his pockets, curls them around my shoulders, pulls me to him, and puts his mouth over mine. He kisses like he’s taking a long, slow drink after running the track in the blistering heat. The way he kisses makes my head spin, and I have this deep-rooted desire to wrap my arms and legs around him and let him carry me wherever he wants so we can do whatever we want.
But just when I’m wet and dizzy and on the verge of moaning right against his mouth, he pulls back. The pop of his lips off mine is the only sound except for our heavy panting. I can feel the breeze on the saliva rimmed around my lips and my face burns a little from the raw scrape of his stubble.
“You’re welcome.” He takes two gigantic steps backwards and walks to his truck.
I take two gigantic steps backwards and almost kill myself falling into my front door. Those little animated birds are back, singing their hearts out and whizzing around my head. I double check Bestemor, float to my room, and try to muster up all the arguments I had against dating Jonas. I know there were some really good, solid ones.
Loki jumps up on my bed and licks her paws with a delicate pink tongue. I reach my hand out and she arches against my palm. My fingers settle into her soft, dense fur and when I rub her, I try to communicate through my skin the good, bursting
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