“Ready?” I ask as I step back between her legs.
“Ready,” she whispers.
I take the brush and start to lightly apply the mask all over her face, avoiding her eyes. After a few minutes, I step back and check out my work. “Not bad for my first time,” I murmur.
Morgan gasps. “Did I just pop your cherry?” she deadpans before laughing.
“You think you're so funny.” I laugh back.
She grabs the brush from my hands. “My turn,” she says softly.
I lay my hands on her hips and rub my thumbs back and forth under the hoodie along the top of her leggings. I ignore her gasp and will my dick to stay down.
“I don’t know if I told you today, but I dig you in my hoodie,” I tell her gruffly, eyes closed while she paints the green shit on my face.
“I like wearing it,” she whispers. I hear her set the bowl and brush down. “Done.” I open my eyes and find us almost nose to nose and Morgan’s eyes on my lips. She sways forward and runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
I lean forward and softly press my lips to hers, once, twice, three times before putting a little space between us. Her hand comes up and grabs the collar of my shirt while my right hand finds its way to her neck. This time she leans forward and kisses me with more pressure. I feel the kiss through my entire body, and I know I’m already addicted. I have always loved Morgan, but kissing her, really kissing her, for the first time is like I’m drowning and she is air. I can’t get enough and never will.
I finally pull away. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wonder what it would be like to kiss you,” I tell her while rubbing my nose against hers.
“I won’t lie, your hugs have always been my favorite thing about you, but I’m pretty sure your kisses just pushed them into second,” she whispers before pecking my lips once more with a twinkle in her eye, making us both laugh.
“Come on, birthday girl, let’s go watch the worst movie in the F&F franchise.” I grab her by the ass and lift her off the counter. Morgan wraps her legs around my waist and holds on tight while laughing. I toss her onto the bed.
“You know what’s great about it being the worst one?” There’s an evil gleam in her eye.
“What?” I ask with a cocked brow.
She leans up and grabs my hand. “It means we can do other things while it plays.” She pulls me down onto her and kisses me.
“You won’t hear me complain,” I mumble between kisses. I start Toyoko Drift, and then we make out the whole time with the movie playing in the background. So lost in each other we miss the timer going off telling us it's time to wash the masks off. When the movie ends, we finally come up for air.
“You realize this changes things, right?” I tell her while brushing some hair back from her face.
“I do. Are you okay with that?”
“I am.”
She smiles. “Good, now let’s wash our faces before they get stuck like this,” she teases.
We get up and wash our faces while sharing small smiles. I check my phone and see its time to leave. “It’s time I head out.” I pull her close, and she wraps her arms around my middle and rests her chin on my chest.
“You sure?”
“I am. I promised your mom. I’m just getting back on their good side. I don’t think I should go pushing my luck quite yet.”
“Very true.” Morgan leans forward and kisses my chin. “Want me to walk you out?”
“Nah, you get that fine ass in bed, and I’ll let myself out.”
“See you in the morning at school?”
“Sounds good, baby.” I kiss her again. After a few more minutes, I finally break off the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. “Okay, leaving now.”
“Text me when you get home, so I know you make it, okay?”
“Can do. Night, baby.”
“Night,” she says softly as she untangles herself from me. I head out of her room and out of the house.
Who would have thought it would be so hard to walk away from her.
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Chapter 10
Morgan
Keaton: Happy Halloween
Me: Happy Halloween. What are you going to dress up as?
Keaton: You up for an adventure?
Me: Maybe…
Keaton: Do you trust me?
Me: Yes…
Keaton: The rose in your locker is from me. I’ll explain later. I’ll pick you up at 8.
I thought Keaton’s messages this morning were vague at best, but sure enough, by the end of the day, I had a black rose in my locker.
“Did you get a rose?” Tinsley asks while skipping towards me with her own black rose in hand.
“I did.” I hold it out for her to see. “Why Keaton would leave me a black rose is beyond me though.”
“It will make sense soon enough.”
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down at the screen.
Keaton: I left a gift in your car for you. Make sure you wear it tonight.
“What the hell is going on?” I whisper to Tinsley while showing her my phone.
“It will make sense to you later, I promise. Just go with it.” She squeezes my shoulder.
“If you say so,” I tell her before parting ways.
I drive home on autopilot. Once home, I grab the mystery bag and my school bag and run up to my room and change into some active wear to get a quick workout in on the silks. I set a timer before starting and get lost in the music. My fluidity is becoming smoother the longer I practice, and I’m honestly falling in love with the activity.
Afterward, I rush up to my room and take a quick shower. I’m standing in
