Page 79 of Forbidden Romeo
The pink tinge to her cheeks deepened into a coral hue. “Maybe,” she whispered, her lips a breath away from mine. “You’re terrible, but I like it.”
I grinned, my heart hammering in my chest as I leaned in and closed the tiny gap between us, kissing her deeply. Urged on by her gasp and the way she melted into me, I slid my tongue against hers, her hands coming up to clutch my shirt.
My grip clutched her waist, my fingers digging into the delicate lace of the dress.
“Places!” A deep voice shouted behind us, startling me so that I jumped, my grip on her dress tightening as I jerked my hand back. The sound of a tearing hit me first and Katherine gasped as she twisted to look at the gaping hole I’d left in her dress.
“Oh no!” she cried, clutching the torn fabric together.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry?—”
“I can fix it!” Bailey said, tugging Katherine away from me toward the dressing rooms.
The stage manager's voice rang out again, more insistently this time. "Places, everyone, please!”
“Fuck,” I muttered running my hands through my hair.
“Good one, asshole,” Addison said.
“I clearly didn’t fucking mean to rip her dress.”
“I’m talking about what you said earlier. The dress is just the beginning of the curse. You fucking doomed the whole show, Holden.” Addison flipped her red hair over her shoulder and turned away from me to walk toward the wings.
When I looked around, I was met with scowls from every single one of my castmates.
Well, fuck. Now I was enemy number one. All because I said the name of another Shakespeare play.
Shuffling toward the wings, I tugged my mom’s flask from my pocket and took another glug.
I was officially tipsy. Onstage, I already fucked up several of Shakespeare’s classic lines and nearly ate shit during the first fight scene when my new shoes slipped against the recently mopped stage.
Grunting, I plopped down into the wings and grabbed a paperclip from the stage manager’s station, ignoring the dirty look she gave me as I scraped the bottom of my new shoes, hoping to scuff them up a bit and add some traction.
“Holden,” Katherine whispered, suddenly beside me. “Are you okay?”
I rubbed my dry eyes, hoping to mask the effects of my mom’s flask from her. “I’m fine,” I said, avoiding her searing gaze.
“Are you sure? You seem off?”
I grabbed another Altoid from the station and popped it into my mouth, hoping it would mask the scent of alcohol on my breath.
“Holden?” Katherine repeated gently, her fingernails brushing my jaw and turning my face to hers.
I took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “I promise I’m okay. A little off my game, but fine.”
She nodded although I wasn’t sure if she believed me or not. I stood tossing the paperclip into the trash can beside me before wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me.
“Oh,” she gasped, her wet mouth popping open, blue eyes lowering in a haze of desire.
“We have the love scene next,” I whispered in her ear.
“W-we do.” She pushed onto her toes, kissing me deeply, her tongue spearing into my mouth.
With a growl, I pulled her flush against my hard dick and she gasped in my mouth.
“Holden—”
“Tonight?” I asked. I needed to be inside Katherine. We’d waited so long. I’d been good, hadn’t I? Hadn’t I earned this—her—finally? “Can we … tonight?”