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I hold up the canvas and clear my throat. “Learn a new life skill,” I read aloud.
“Check,” she says as she closes the door behind her.
I perform a check mark with my finger. “Get a tattoo.”
“Check.”
“Pay off my car.”
She hesitates, then gives in to my rising smirk. “Check.”
I mark it off. Then my smirk falls. “Enter the Art Fest. Win.”
“Technically? Check.”
I move on. “Fall in love with a stranger.”
Heidi steps closer with a furrowed brow, feigning a few moments of hard thought. “Well, there was this guy from my art class,” she says.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, genuinely interested.
“Yeah. He, uh...” She presses her lips together. “He was the model, actually.”
“Was he handsome?”
“I thought so.” Her eyes roll. “Jenna thought he looked like a total prick.”
“Some guys just have that face, I guess.”
“I really liked his face.”
I set the canvas on the desk. “What did you like about it?” I ask.
Heidi looks down as she pinches the bottom of my t-shirt. “He had these amazing green eyes,” she says. I raise my arms, letting her peel my shirt off my damp skin. She drops it to the floor. “And sharp cheekbones. Thick lips, but not too thick.” She tilts her head in for a kiss that never connects. “But what I liked the most about his face?” She pauses, extending the moment. “I liked the way it felt when I came on it.”
I quiver as I slide a hand beneath her blouse. “You liked that, huh?”
She hums in response. “The way he used his nose against my clit as he fucked me with his tongue,” she whispers. “I could grind on that jaw all night long...”
Holy fuck.
Corrupted little Heidi Newbury.
“Where did you really learn to talk like that?” I ask.
She laughs. “You don’t want to know.”
“Please don’t say my sister’s books.”
She laughs again. Well, I guess that’s my answer.
Thanks for the assist, big sister.
I pull her shirt up over her head, revealing the tight, black bra beneath. Her cleavage shimmers, her skin as wet as mine, and I salivate just imagining the taste of her. Our lips come close to touching again, but we don’t dare. Not yet. We hold back, knowing that just one kiss won’t be enough.
“So, that’s it?” I ask with a whisper against her cheek. “You had the perfect freshman year?”
Heidi smiles as she unzips my jeans. “I don’t know,” she teases. “It could always get better...”
