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Chapter 6
Whycan’tyoukissmelikethat?ElliotcontinuestokissKate,sweepingheroffherfeetanddippingherinadramaticholdsothatherhairtouchesthegroundashekissesherhard.
“Laters,baby.”Hegrins.
Katejustmelts.I’veneverseenhermeltbefore—thewords“comely”and“compliant”cometomind.CompliantKate.Boy,Elliotmustbegood.Christianrollshiseyesandstaresdownatme,hisexpressionunreadable,althoughmaybehe’smildlyamused.Hetucksastraystrandofmyhairthathasworkeditswayfreefrommyponytailbehindmyear.Mybreathhitchesatthecontact,andIleanmyheadintohisfingers.Hiseyessoften,andherunshisthumbacrossmylowerlip.Mybloodsearsinmyveins.Andalltooquickly,histouchisgone.
“Laters,baby,”hemurmurs,andIhavetolaughbecauseit’ssounlikehim.ButeventhoughIknowhe’sbeingirreverent,theendearmenttugsatsomethingdeepinsideme.
“I’llpickyouupateight.”Heturnstoleave,openingthefrontdoorandsteppingoutontotheporch.ElliotfollowshimtothecarbutturnsandblowsKateanotherkiss,andIfeelanunwelcomepangofjealousy.
“So,didyou?”Kateasksaswewatchthemclimbintothecaranddriveoff,theburningcuriosityevidentinhervoice.
“No,”Isnapirritably,hopingthatwillhaltthequestions.Weheadbackintotheapartment.“Youobviouslydid,though.”Ican’tcontainmyenvy.Katealwaysmanagestoensnaremen.Sheisirresistible,beautiful,sexy,funny,forward…allthethingsthatI’mnot.Butheransweringgrinisinfectious.