That Thing Between Eli & Gwen

“Everything is fine,” Masoa said.

I nodded, thanking her for the glass.

“Well, Dad, it’s been a long day. I’ll show Eli his room.”

“The one in the basement.” His eyes narrowed.

“Of course,” she replied, all but pulling my arm as her mother came outside.

“Goodnight,” I said to her mother as Guinevere led me back into the house.

“Congrats, you made it through round one.”

She led me down the hall. I noticed the floors creaked loudly when we walked. “So this is why he wanted me in the basement?” I wondered if he had somehow made the floorboards creak like that just for this reason.

She flicked on the lights, exposing one wall covered in books adjacent to a giant mirror hanging above a dresser, all over a carpeted white floor. My bag was already beside it, by the door to what I guessed was the bathroom. “Are all of those yours—”

She cut me off, kissing me. Her hands snaked around my neck, and mine behind her. I bit her bottom lip and she opened for me, moaning against my mouth when I cupped her ass. I felt myself harden when her breasts pushed up against me.

“Sorry,” she whispered when we broke apart. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

“Don’t ever apologize for kissing me like that,” I replied, my hands in her back pockets. We didn't say anything, just stared at each other, her fingers playing with the collar of my shirt.

“I should go before I get you in trouble,” she said, though her eyes drifted to my lips.

“You should.” But I didn’t want her to.

“Goodnight, Eli.”

“Goodnight, Guinevere.”

Neither of us moved.

“You have to let go of me, Eli.”

Releasing her but not moving, I waited for her to leave.

She still didn’t.

“You’re not moving.”

“I was honestly hoping you would hold on longer. Goodnight,” she said, walking past me.

I grabbed her arm, pulling her back to me, kissing her hard. Hands on the backs of her thighs, I lifted her up and her legs wrapped around me, her fingers gripping my hair.

God, she has no idea how good she tastes.

“Gwen?” Her mother called from the top of the stairs.

Sighing, we broke away and I let her down. She moved to the stairs, trying to fix her clothes. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I’ll be here,” I replied as she went up, the stairs squeaking with each step. “And Guinevere?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, I won’t let you go,” I said.

“Good. I like the way you hold me.” She winked.