I looked up to see Nan finish her drink and start to make another bowl of some pink crap. “Yeah, my nan’s not exactly the normal stereotypical chain tea drinking, jumper knitting nan.”
“I can tell,” she replied. I wasn’t sure if she was horrified or impressed. The latter probably.
Nan caught her eye and waved. “Tegan, come and have some of this, love.”
Stopping Tegan getting fucked up on booze tonight was going to be difficult.
She walked over a little too eagerly and started drinking with Nan, Mum and my aunt, Sandy. Well, at least she’s not afraid of the dog anymore.
Two hours later and Tegan was tipsy. Besides me and Ry she was the soberest one here. My family liked to ‘enjoy’ their time together. We’d moved into the living room to sit on the sofas and I had Tegan curled into my side, listening to my nan tell yet another fucking story about me when I was a kid. I’d prefer to listen to how my grandad rescued a cat from the coalmines for the millionth time.
When Nan was disturbed by Grandad telling her the cookies were burnt, she leapt up and Tegan turned to me. I wasn’t convinced she was even baking cookies. “Your family is awesome, and I can’t believe how cute you look in a dress!”
I glared. Two. I was two and pretty much just wore whatever was put on me. Very soon I was burning that photo album. “Never mention it again.”
She laughed and snuggled closer. “But you didn’t look bad. Pink is definitely your colour.”
“He looked gorgeous, didn’t he?” Nan said, coming back into the room. Grandad was nowhere to be seen so he was either rescuing cookies or she’d murdered him for making it up to get her away from Tegan. Both options were entirely plausible.
I need a new family.
Tegan, slightly more happy and touchy feely from the alcohol, laid her head on my shoulder. “You’re my favourite, you know?” she said.
I forgot how amusing she could be when she was drunk. “Yeah? I’m your favourite what?”
“Everything, silly.”
I’d take that.
“You’re my favourite everything, too,” I whispered into her hair.
She tilted her head; smiling up at me and for the first time I saw some of the light in her eyes. It took my breath away. There was no sadness at all. Fuck, I wanted her bad. Wanted to bury myself inside her and kiss her until we couldn’t breathe. I had it bad and I was getting impatient.
For a second I was sure she was seeing everything. She stared back, eyes becoming more intense with every second. I was going to kiss her and she was going to let me.
“So, babe, you staying here tonight? You can sleep with me if you like?” Ry said, sitting on the other side of Tegan. Well, he had the balls to come straight out and ask.
She frowned and looked away from me. Nan laughed, sticking her thumb up. Thank God, Tegan wasn’t looking in her direction. “I’m good, thanks. You’re a little young for me.”
“It’s not about age, it’s about experience. Answer me something honestly?” Tegan rolled her eyes but nodded. “Would you really rather be sitting with Kai or me?” he asked confidently, obviously expecting her to say him. Why he was so cocky I had no idea. Although at school he probably had the girls eating out of his hands.
“Kai,” Tegan replied. That was the right answer.
“Oh, that’s cold, babe,” he said, shaking his head and walking back to his seat. I don’t think I could be a teenager now, not without hating myself with a vengeance.
Ry came back and sat in front of us a minute later. He’d thought of his comeback. “Hmm, why does it feel like the most beautiful girl in the world is in this room,” he said, smirking at her. Laughing, he added, “Okay, okay. Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”
Now I wasn’t sure if he was just joking around now.
“Do any of these ever work?” Tegan asked.
Shoving his shoulder, I said, “No, they don’t, do they, Ry?”
“You won’t be able to resist me forever, baby cakes.” I was pretty sure ‘baby cakes’ had put him securely in the do-not-touch pile.
Two hours later and Tegan was still tipsy but she’d not taken it past that. We excused ourselves and went to bed when my aunt and uncle did. Mum and Nan were still going strong. If Carly and Elle were here they’d probably go all night.
“Sleep naked with me,” she said as I closed the door to the spare room behind us. I watched, hard as hell, as she removed her top and unbuttoned her jeans.
Not needing to be asked twice, or once, really, I followed suit and stripped. When she was down to her underwear she stopped and the air thickened. We’d seen each other naked plenty of times. All I had to do was close my eyes and I could see every smooth curve of her milky skin.
Her eyes never left mine as she reached around and unclasped her bra. Her breathing was heavier, matching mine. I stood to full attention, straining against my boxers. Her breasts fell free and I had a hard time refraining myself. I wanted to caress every inch of her skin, roll my tongue over her puckered nipple and mouth her to an earth shattering orgasm.