Page 173 of Tempting Venom
“Hmm.” Marcus glides toward us, standing close enough that I’m assaulted by the smell of him that’s so intoxicatingly potent, it goes straight to my starved lungs.
“I wonder why he’s not so nice to me, Miley?”
“Cut it out,” I mouth, but he’s just staring at my sister, who pouts.
“Why aren’t you nice to Marcus, Pressie?”
“I am—he just doesn’t appreciate it.” I plaster on a fake smile. “Me spending time with him is already a privilege. He should be thankful I give him anything at all, Mimi.”
“But that’s not how you treat friends.” She squirms, so I let her down, and she hikes both her hands on her hips with so much attitude. “Don’t be a meanie just because you’re cool.”
This little shit is changing allegiances faster than the Cold War’s double agents.
“Right?” Marcus, the asshole, is feigning a pout, and now, I’m staring at his goddamn lips like a sexually-frustrated maniac.
I mean, I am, but still.
“I’m sorry Pressie is a meanie,” my sister tells Marcus. “I can be your friend.”
“Mimi!”
She holds her hand up. “You’re in time-out. Don’t talk to me.”
Marcus suppresses a smile.
“Can you skate?” she asks.
“A bit,” he says, like the humblest bastard he most definitely is not.
“I can teach you some moves!” She skates away, then spins. “Like this.”
“I don’t think I’m as elegant as you, Miley.”
“That’s okay, you’ll learn. Come on, follow me.”
Marcus starts to skate toward her, but I block his path, standing so close, our skates touch. For a moment, the hustle and bustle and the noise just disappear.
Fuck me sideways. I don’t tend to forget about the outside world when I’m with a fuck buddy.
Is Marcus even just a fuck buddy at this point?
No fucking has been detected lately, and yet I feel as if that lava is incinerating me alive in the middle of the ice.
Maybe it’s because of pent-up sexual energy.
Ithasto be.
An incurable hypersexual like me doesn’t usually go long without fucking.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper in a low voice.
“Skating, just like you.”
“You want me to believe it’s a coincidence that we happened to come here at the same time?”
He shrugs but says nothing.
“Have you been following me, Marcus?”
