The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

“That I owe you a present?”

“No.” I smiled. “It means you’re wearing my number, which means you’re mine now.”

“I guess I’d better not lose it then.” Mya brushed my jaw before kissing me softly. I wanted to deepen it, to push my tongue into her mouth and explore every deep dark place inside her.

I wanted to stay here forever.

Because once we walked out of here, our perfect bubble would burst and reality would come crashing down around us.

Mya

“I knew it.” Flick screeched down the line. “So how was it? I want details, all the glorious details. Was he hung? I always imagined he was—”

I cleared my throat. “Are you done discussing the size of my…” I hesitated.

“I think the word you’re looking for is boyfriend.” She smothered a laugh.

“My boyfriend… wow, that’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Yeah, yeah, but back to the size of his—”

“Felicity!”

“What?” I could imagine her pouting. “It’s girl talk. I tell you all about Jason’s skills in the bedroom.”

“I never ask though. You just dump that shit on me without warning.”

She chuckled at that. “It’s not like I can tell Hailee. She freaks out because he’s family. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about Jason right now. I want to talk about you and Asher. Was it magical? Did he make you see stars?”

“Who are you right now?” My face scrunched up.

“A girl in need of details, that’s who. I still can’t believe you did it in their old boathouse.”

“It’s not like we had options. Besides, there was something thrilling about it.” Knowing we could get caught at any moment.

“And he gave you a gift. So romantic.” She sighed dreamily and I knew I’d lost her to wedding bells and white dresses.

“Earth to Felicity, it’s still early days.” My eyes dropped to the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. “He still has to tell his parents and I still need to tell my aunt.”

“You really think she’ll be upset?”

“Upset, no. Disappointed, hell yes. She’s warned me off white boys several times since I got here.”

“But Asher isn’t just any white boy, he’s...”

“Different,” I said quietly, feeling my heart clench.

“Have you broken the news about our trip to New York yet?” she asked, and I pressed my lips together, the silence deafening. “Mya, you have to tell her. We leave in two days.”

“I know, I’m working up to it.” Aunt Ciara and I were in a good place. We’d enjoyed Christmas Day together and I’d even gone to church with her and her friends. I didn’t want to rock the boat, not when things were so good; but Felicity was right, I had to tell her.

About New York...

About Asher.

“Just do it. Quick and to the point, like ripping off a Band-Aid.”

“Easy for you to say,” I grumbled.