The Girl in the Love Song (Lost Boys 1)

“Anything.”

“‘All I’ll Ever Want.’ Shiloh said you wrote it for me.”

“They’re all for you, Vi. Even the ones I didn’t write. Those are for you too.”

Miller kissed me gently, then pressed his forehead to mine. “I came along,” he sang softly, almost a whisper, “I wrote a song for you…”

A little sob escaped me, and I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him in to me. Inhaling the clean, ocean scent of him, straight into my cells, into every molecule in my body. I held on tight, because now I had him, and I never wanted to let go.

Chapter Eighteen

May

“Where are we going?” I asked, chuckling, as Violet dragged me across the campus. The sun was brilliant and bright, not a cloud in sight.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said. “A high school experience not to be missed.”

Hand-in-hand, she led me down from the main campus, toward the football field.

“The make-out spot under the bleachers?” I asked. “Isn’t that cheesy as hell?”

She arched a brow at me. “Well, we don’t have to go—” Her words were cut off with a squeal as I hauled her into the shadowy corner of the bleachers where it met the gym wall. Mercifully unoccupied.

I caged her against the wall, my eyes roaming her face, taking my time.

“You’re such a tease,” she breathed. Her hands went to my hips and drew me into her.

I gave a short laugh at her boldness. I hadn’t expected it from Violet, but over the last few weeks, I’d been getting to know her in a way that our past hesitations and fears hadn’t let me before.

All the kissing and making out was pretty fucking great too.

“What are you smiling about?” she asked, tilting her chin up and arching into me so that her breasts brushed against my chest.

“You,” I said, moving in, pressing against her. But even before I kissed her, my erection was hard and obvious through my jeans. I started to back off.

She pulled me back in. “Don’t. Just kiss me…”

Our mouths crashed together, and I groaned into our kiss as Violet parted her legs to bring me closer. Goddamn, she felt so good, smelled so good, tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her luscious body I’d been agonizing over from afar was now against me, under my hands, offered willingly by the girl I loved so fucking much I could hardly breathe.

I kissed her hard, a tangling of tongues and rasping breaths, while cupping one breast over her T-shirt, my thumb running circles over the nipple. She moaned and slipped her hands into my hair, down my back, and then under my shirt. Her fingers traced my abs, deftly maneuvering around my CGM implant.

“God, Miller,” she whispered between kisses. “You’re so beautiful.”

“That’s my line.”

“You are,” she said, her small warm palm pressed to my abdomen, fingertips trailing over my skin. “I want to explore you…” She kissed me then

, slow and deep, while her hand started to slip into my jeans. “Can I?”

I nodded, once. Quickly. Over the past few weeks, I’d been trying to keep things moving slowly, clothes on, so that we didn’t get carried away. Having unlimited access to her bedroom almost every night didn’t help.

“Ah, fuck,” I grunted when she wrapped her fingers around me.

“You’re big,” she said curiously, almost matter of fact. “So big…”

“God, Vi,” I said, breathing hard. “We have to stop before…”

“You take my virginity right here?”