Page 111 of The Golden Boys
It’s … just a kiss. Like the kind you give someone who means something to you. The kind you need to tide you over until you see them again.
When West pulls away, my head spins a little.
“You’re coming with the team to regionals when we make it?” he asks, still breathing a bit raggedly.
First, I answer with a nod, and then volley a look between his eyes and lips. “How’d you know?”
He flashes a crafty smirk that makes my gut twist in knots.
“Not much gets past me,” is his answer, which I already figured.
“Stalker,” I tease.
His smile dims a bit and his intense focus feeds my ego more than I want to admit. “Only one I stalk these days is you, Southside.”
He makes my heart do such wild things and, for the first time, the nickname he’s given me doesn’t sound like an insult.
Curious, I tear my attention away from his lips and meet his gaze. “Why’d you ask if I’d be there?” I question him.
He doesn’t blink and I hold my breath.
“Because I’m tired of pretending this isn’t headed where it’s headed,” he says boldly.
I taste him on my tongue, despite the distance between us.
“So, what do we do about that?” The question comes out softly and heat blooms in the pit of my stomach while I await his answer.
He glances down at my mouth again, but this time his eyes stay trained there.
“We fuck,” he growls.
There’s no apology embedded in that statement whatsoever, because West always means every word he utters and takes nothing back. Ever.
And, this time … I don’t want him to.
He’s in my ear again and I feel every inch of my body screaming to be touched by him.
“Think about it,” is all he says, and then he climbs out onto the tile. He offers his hand to help me, but once I’m on my feet he walks off like nothing happened, leaving me to ponder the proposition.
I don’t think I’ve ever been faced with a more tempting offer, but I’m against the idea for obvious reasons. Still, with what I know about how things escalate when West and I are on our own, I’m not sure resisting him while we’re away—alone—is something I’m even capable of doing.
There’s only one person I trust to help me put this insane idea into perspective, and that’s Jules.
Until now, I’ve left out so many details about West and me when I talk to her. Although that discretion has been for good reason, I think it’s time I let her in. On everything. While I have no idea how to keep my distance from the one who’s declared himself my enemy, Jules is certain to talk some sense into me. She almost always has the right answer.
Hopefully, this will be one of those times.
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@QweenPandora: It’s been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, if that’s true, this one’s worthy of an entire novel! One of you dedicated lovelies managed to capture the hottest photo to date of Cypress Prep’s fav new arrival, entangled with none other than KingMidas.
Not sure how hot and heavy things got in the pool tonight, but I’m just putting it out there. These two look pretty close if you ask me. Dare I say … as close as two can possibly get?
Don’t quote me on it, because I’m not one to spread rumors, but it looks to me as if KingMidas is doing a little more than just taking a swim. What say you, peeps? Check out the pic and weigh in.
Later!
—P