Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ASTRID
When my lips collided with Frasier’s, butterflies bubbled up from my stomach. I placed my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up on my toes, heart racing inside my chest. Why did I feel like I was thirteen again and having my first kiss with Arch in my basement?
Frasier placed his hands on my hips, lifted me into the air, and sat me on his car.
I spread my legs and allowed him to come closer, my pussy exploding with pleasure. After moving my hands up his chest, I gently sank my fingers into his muscular shoulders, deepening the kiss.
He placed his hands on either side of my thighs, bending down and leaning closer. The faint scent of his cologne drifted through my nostrils, and I whimpered into his mouth.
God, what is wrong with me?
If it was fake, then why did it feel so real? Why was I getting butterflies and suddenly wanting to spill the tea to all my friends?! I couldn’t tell them zilch, never mind that I was actually falling for one of the biggest players in school.
Or maybe a couple of them …
As I parted my lips, Frasier slipped his tongue into my mouth. I tilted my head to the side, moving my tongue against his. A low grunt left his mouth, making me even warmer between my thighs.
“Baby,” he said, dragging it out into the kiss.
A low rumble of an engine drifted through my ears, but I couldn’t care.
I rested my hands behind me on his car, my lips dancing against his, eyes closed.
The sound of the engine became louder and louder, until Frasier finally pulled away and looked up at the car pulling up to the side of the forest beside us.
I stared up at him through a haze, admiring how handsome he was.
“Astrid?” Ruby called.
After cursing under my breath, I looked up to see Diya and Ruby getting out of the car.
Thanks for ruining the moment! If they hadn’t shown up, who knows what would’ve happened here with Frasier?
God, I am turning into such a slut.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked, tucking some hair behind my ear and wiping spit off the corner of my mouth. I slid off the car and straightened myself out, barely able to look at my best friends.
“Someone skipped out on the first half of the day,” Ruby said.
“And then your phone showed that you were in the middle of the woods, so we came to investigate in case you were …” Diya looked over at Frasier, then back at me. “You know, getting murdered.”
“And you think I’m sassy,” Frasier said into my ear, his minty breath fanning my neck.
My cheeks reddened, and I walked toward my friends. Diya wrapped her arm around mine, eyeing Frasier as if she didn’t trust him. And honestly, she probably shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Frasier called, leaning against his car, huge arms crossed over his chest, just the sight making me feel things all over my body. His lips were curled into a small smirk. “Don’t be late, babe.”
Once I slipped into the backseat of Diya’s car, I bit back my smile and tried to suppress all the gross feelings that I had for him. Diya and Ruby climbed into the front seat.
“You’re actually dating him?!” Diya shouted once we made it a safe distance down the road and back toward Redwood.
I stared in the rearview mirror at Frasier’s departing figure and tried to hold back a smile.
“No,” I said, lost in my own world. “Just trying to make Ca—I mean, someone jealous.”
Fuck, that was close.
“Who? Cairo?” Diya asked with a grin.
Ruby smirked at me through the rearview mirror. “Definitely Cairo.”
“Maybe,” I said, shooting her a playful glare.
Ruby looked over her shoulder from the passenger seat. “Going to the race tonight?”
“You know about it?”
“Of course,” she hummed. “I’m going too.”
“Since when?”
“Since now. We’re going to make sure that Cairo is really jealous tonight.”