“I’ll go easy the first time.” He tilts his head to the side, his lips curling into a small smile. “Come on.”
I walk forward as if in a trance, shocked when he takes my hand and pulls me closer. That skin-on-skin contact sends electricity racing through my veins, making me shake, and when he lets go of my hand, I can still feel his touch, as if he imprinted on me. “What do I do?” I ask shakily.
“Stay right where you’re at. After I inhale, open your mouth and inhale too. Ready?”
I nod, silent, my heart beating so hard I’m afraid something is wrong with me. He takes a hit off the pipe, his lips slamming shut, and I shift forward on instinct, parting my lips just as he leans in close, his mouth opening, allowing all of the smoke to flow from him to me.
I inhale softly, my lungs tickling, my gaze stuck on his lips. They’re perfect. Equally full on the top and bottom and I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him.
“Wasn’t close enough,” he says when we’re finished. “But did you feel it?”
“Yes.” I’m not sure if it’s the marijuana or if it’s him, but I feel giddy. A little shaky.
“Want to try again?”
“Yes,” I repeat without hesitation, making him laugh.
But it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at me. More like he thinks I’m funny. Maybe I’m too eager. Perhaps I should be playing it cooler, but I don’t want to.
We repeat the process, and this time, he yanks me close, our lips brushing when he exhales into my mouth at the exact moment I inhale. This time, I take a lungful that makes me cough, and he looks pleased.
“You’ll feel that for sure,” he murmurs, nodding. “One more time?”
“Okay,” I say weakly, not doing it for the high the weed might give me.
No, I’m doing it for the chance to brush lips with Spencer again. I’ve never kissed a boy before. This is as close as I’ve gotten and I want more.
“Or do you want to say fuck it and just kiss for a while?”
I blink at him, taken aback by his words. At the sudden gleam in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Is he living inside my head or what?
“What did you just say?”
“I know you’re a pretty, rich girl and you’ve probably kissed a bunch of boys already, but I thought I’d shoot my shot.” He shrugs. “If you’re not interested, it’s cool.”
He starts to back away and I grab his sleeve, pulling him back to me. “I’m interested.”
His smile is warm, and it makes my stomach twist and tumble over itself. “Is that why you were following us everywhere?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I say, channeling my inner Whit by acting like a snot. “Is that why you suggested we get high together?”
“I just wanted to get high, and found you in the library so you lucked out.”
“You’re saying it’s my lucky day, that I get to kiss you in the garden shed?” I raise my brow.
“Well, it was kind of hot, sharing smoke with you. Not gonna lie.” He rubs the back of his neck, a little uncomfortable, which is adorable. “I probably shouldn’t do this with you. You’re my best friend’s sister.”
“It can be our little secret,” I whisper, my gaze falling to his perfect mouth yet again. “I won’t tell Whit if you don’t.”
“Okay,” he readily agrees, and the next thing I know, I’m in Spencer’s arms.
And he’s got me pressed up against the rough wooden wall, crowding me.
His body is warm. And firm. I tilt my head back to find he’s already watching me and when his head descends, and his mouth brushes against mine…
I melt. Until I’m nothing but complete goo, rendered useless by Spencer’s perfectly shaped lips and flickering tongue. I follow his lead, not sure what to do with myself. With my hands or the rest of my body. When I finally settle my palms against his chest, he deepens the kiss, his searching tongue sending all sorts of foreign sensations coursing through my body.
When he finally pulls away, breaking the kiss first, I press the back of my head against the wall, my eyes still closed as I try to catch my breath. I can feel him fumbling around and I realize he’s searching for his phone. I hear him open it. The distinct sound of his fingers tapping out a text response. The swooshing noise of it being sent.