“Perchance? Do people still use that word?”
“Fuck yeah they do,” he says and I hear a rustle of sound as he gets up. I keep my eyes closed and then feel a warmth fluttering against my lips. “Do you have a crush on me, Brooke Overland?”
“Why would I?” I ask, but when Zay spoke, I could feel his words against my mouth. The sensation almost makes me want to tell him yes. “Do you have a crush on me?”
No response. But then he's pressing his lips to mine and sliding his tongue deep, tasting me as I lay on my back on the tire swing, eyes closed, the sharp breath of winter in my lungs. The air smells fresh and wild back here, a far cry from the cloistered confines of that houses. Maybe I could save up enough money and the girls and I could move? But I can't spend too much time thinking about that because Zayden is sliding his fingers through my hair, supporting my head in his hand and bringing my mouth tighter against his.
It's a different feeling to kiss upside down. I feel Zay's tongue teasing along the length of mine, gliding across the top in a way that's just not possible the other way around. It almost makes me laugh.
“Do you have a crush on me now?” he jokes when he pulls back. I open my eyes and stare at his sexy chin and the faint dusting of stubble there.
“I'm starting to feel better, if that's what you're asking.” Zay sits back as I turn around and lay across the swing on my stomach. “Your kiss definitely has the power to distract.” He gives me a crooked smile and stands up, reaching down to tug gently on my ponytail. Makes me wonder what'd be like if he had a firm grip on it while he fucked me from behind …
I almost gasp right there. I've—obviously—never had sex in that position and most of the girls I've met have said it's their favorite … I bet Zayden would let me try it out with him if I asked.
“Will you be naked and waiting when I get home tonight?” I ask as he starts to move away. That gives him pause though and he stops while I study his knee-high Converse with all the black straps and the metal studs. The guy's got style. Weird style maybe, but definitely a look. I feel like I'm a different person everyday of the week sometimes.
“You got it, babe,” he says and then disappears up the steps of the deck and into the house.
I wait until I hear the sliding glass door closed before I let out a burst of wild laughter.
Bella, Grace, and Kinzie are all obsessed with my getting ready process tonight, and it's kind of scaring me. They keep asking questions about where I'm going and what I'm doing. The absolute last thing I'm telling any of these kids is the truth.
“I already told you: I'm going to work. What does it matter where?” I slick my hair back into a perfect ponytail. My hair is way too long when it's down to dance properly, at least for me. Some of the other girls there make pole dancing look like an art form.
“You always ask about my day at school,” Bella says with a crossed arms pose that reminds me of myself. It's kind of cute. I notice Grace putting one of my bras on over her shirt in the reflection of the mirror.
“Good point. But I'm an adult. Nothing we do is interesting.”
“Why are you putting on so much makeup to go to work? My dad never wears makeup to work,” Kinzie states which is actually also a very valid point. I lean into the mirror to check my makeup, happy to be wearing my contacts again. If I'm going to come home and … well, do whatever with Zayden, then I'd rather not have to deal with my clunky glasses. Besides, if I break them, I am seriously SOL.
“I'm going to … a fancy club. To serve tables.”
“Serve tables?” Kinzie asks, taking her hair out of the pigtails Zay put them in and trying to imitate my ponytail. It'll be years before she gets here, but I smile anyway. “Like a waitress?”
“Exactly.” I stick a tiny diamond stud in each lobe and then look at my face. After staring at Zayden all day, I feel plain. I touch the sides of my neck, wondering what it'd look like covered in tattoos. “I'll be waitressing.”
I let my gaze stray away from my face to the girls and notice Grace digging through the dirty clothes pile in the corner. The last thing I want her to do is find any of my work clothes—particularly the outfit Zayden and I screwed in.
“Okay.” I clap my hands and move into the room, grabbing my niece under the arms and lifting her up. “That's about enough of that, don't you think?”