The Wedding Game by Meghan Quinn

Author:Meghan Quinn [Quinn, Meghan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon
Published: 2021-02-28T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

LUNA

“Are you going to tell me why you’re just sitting there, staring at the wall?”

I blink a few times and look over at Farrah, who’s ready for bed, her hair in braids so she’ll achieve that beach look tomorrow and wearing a rose-and-cream-colored satin pajama set. The pajamas match her complexion, making her blonde hair stand out even more. Farrah is the only person I know who buys pajamas specifically because they’re flattering.

On the other hand, I’m wearing a holey pair of sweats and an oversize T-shirt. When I got dressed for bed, I was in a haze, with one thought circling around in my head: Oh my God, Alec kissed me.

Going over to his apartment was an impulse.

Letting him hold my hand was indulgent.

Kissing him back was pure insanity.

It didn’t feel real, not one second of it. From the moment I stood from the couch to his swiveling me against the doorjamb, it all felt like some sort of fantasy I conjured up in my head, something that would never in fact come true.

And yet, he kissed me.

No, he didn’t just kiss me; he rocked every inch of my body with his lips.

It was one of those kisses that you never forget, one that makes you tingle from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. A kiss so grand, so intense, so beautifully unexpected that it alters your world, tilts your axis, sends you into a spiral of lust.

And I’m lusting.

Lusting hard.

It’s ten thirty at night, I’m in my most horrendous nighttime garb, and I’m gripping the couch tightly, staring at the wall, forcing myself to stay put so I don’t do something like fling my apartment door open and sprint the three blocks to Alec’s apartment just for one more taste.

“Earth to Luna. Are you there?” Farrah snaps her fingers in front of my face.

Before I can even register what I’m saying, I mumble, “I kissed him.”

“You kissed him?” Farrah asks, completely confused. “Who? Who did you kiss?” She sits down next to me and grips my shoulders so I’m forced to twist in my seat and face her. “Tell me, woman, who did you kiss?”

I swallow, my heart beating so rapidly that I’m truly afraid it might pop out of my chest.

“Alec,” I whisper.

“Alec? Who’s—?” Farrah’s eyes widen. “Noooooooo,” she groans. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“How? What do you mean? You kissed him? Why? Did he force you?” She shakes my shoulders. “Did he drug you?”

I slowly shake my head. “He didn’t. I willfully allowed him to kiss me.”

“Like . . . a peck?”

“Tongue.” I stare off over Farrah’s shoulder. “So much tongue.”

“Jesus Christ . . . tongue,” she whispers, leaning against the arm of the couch. “How much tongue is so much tongue?”

“Minutes of tongue, and I felt his hard nipple.”

Farrah sits up straight. “You felt his hard nipple? Did he feel your hard nipple?”

“No, I was the pervert. I was such a pervert. He was respectful, and I was trying to maul his beautiful face off.

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