Page 167 of Bone’s Choice
My dick immediately noticed.
I slid one hand up her back and into her hair.
She pressed closer.
The kiss went from me shutting her up to something else entirely. Hotter. Harder.
Hazel’s fingers slid beneath the edge of my cut and curled around my sides.
I kissed her until I couldn’t remember why the fuck we’d been talking in the first place.
Then somebody dropped something in the common room.
A loud crash echoed down the hallway.
“Goddammit, Taco!” Ma yelled.
“That wasn’t me!”
“Then who was it?”
“Munch!”
“You fucking snitch!” Munch shouted.
Hazel started laughing against my mouth. I dropped my forehead to hers.
“Your mother is terrifying.”
“You’re just figuring that out?”
“I thought she was fun.”
“She is fun.”
Another crash.
“Not the bleach on the wood!” Mom yelled.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Myth groaned.
Hazel laughed harder. I smiled despite myself.
When she finally settled down, she looked up at me. “So...”
“So?”
“I guess you’re happy to see me.”
“Yeah.”
The answer came easily.
Her smile softened. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Damn glad.”
Something shifted in her expression.
