Page 324 of Bitter’s Sweet

Then I settle between her thighs.

Sweet looks at me.

Really looks.

There is no flinching in her face.

No coffin between us.

No club vote.

No Razor.

Just us.

Her hand slides into mine.

The same way it did the first time.

This time I understand what it costs.

I hold on carefully.

“You still want this?”

Sweet squeezes my fingers.

“Yes.”

I push into her slowly.

Her breath catches, and every muscle in my body tries to take over.

I make it wait.

Sweet lifts her hips, taking me deeper.

“Bitter.”

“Yeah?”

“Move.”

Thank fuck.

I do.

Slowly at first, because there are things worth relearning. The feel of her beneath me. The way her legs tighten around my hips. The way she says my name when I hit the place that steals whatever smart-ass answer she was preparing.

Then Sweet pulls me down and kisses me hard.

“More.”

I give her more.

Her nails drag down my back. My shoulder complains. I ignore it until Sweet notices and changes the way she holds me without making me feel like I am made of glass.

There it is again.