Kira Harp Rainbow Briefs YA

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they're not. Especially now, with the light reflected in them, so you could see how they have that deep-
sea color at the heart of them. And don't get me started on his mouth. Or lower bits.
Best part is, he has no clue. Really no freaking clue. He thinks he's all skinny and ordinary, and says
his shoulders are only wider than mine 'cause he plays basketball. He doesn't realize how many girls
are watching when he slouches into his seat up front in history class, or leans on his locker shooting the
bull with me. The even better part? He doesn't want those girls. He wants me.
But d'you know the bit that sucks dead lemmings? While I want him like I want breath, we both
want Adam too, and we've royally screwed it up.
Adam. How to describe Adam? He's tall and blond and so skinny a good wind might just land him
in Kansas. He's smart, scary smart, more than Mitch 'n me put together. He's, um, sweet. No, not sweet,
but good. The kind of guy who does the right thing, even when it's going to hurt like hell. The one who
makes friends with the new kid with the lisp and the booger in his nose. The one who stares at you
without any understanding, when you try to explain why it's not a good idea to post his It Gets Better
video on his own Facebook page. At fourteen. You know. The one life is gonna kick in the balls six
thousand times, right until he goes out and discovers the cure for cancer or something.
That Adam.
Mitch and I are ready to beat to death anyone who tries to hurt him now. Only this time it was us,
and we didn't freaking mean to.
Mitch said, for the tenth time and without looking at me, He needs to come back.
I know. I slid my leg over the back of his thighs, to comfort us both, even though I could barely
feel the heat of him through two layers of denim. I fumbled for my phone, but there was no new text
and no missed calls. I thought about texting Adam again, but if he hadn't answered the first three, one
more wasn't likely to do it.
Mitch said, Dammit. His voice broke a little toward the end.
I bumped his shoulder with mine. Remember, it's Adam. If we can just get him to listen, he'll
forgive us. You know he will.
If. If he doesn't run off and join the military or something.
I choked a laugh. Yeah, right. Adam in Basic Training?
They've canceled Don't Ask, Don't Tell. But a little smirk twitched Mitch's lips. Okay, maybe the
Peace Corps.
I think you have to be eighteen.
We shouldn't have done it. We should've waited to talk to him first.
I know. Hormones, right? Those damned things can fry a guy's brain. You know the biggest
irony? We'd just got done hashing it out how much we both cared about Adam. How this freaky thing
we all had going wasn't going away, just getting stronger. How the three of us were virgins, hell, I
hadn't even kissed anyone, because any two of us together just never felt right. And none of us could
stand to look elsewhere.
It was Mitch who'd turned to me, standing in my front hallway, as we waited for Adam to come
over after chess club, and said, There's no other way. It has to be all three of us, or nothing.
I'd said, People will freak. I mean, gay is tough enough. A three-way? Christ, we're going to get
our asses handed to us.
Worth it, Mitch growled. I'm not losing you and I'm not giving up Adam, and I'm not waiting
until I'm eighteen for my first freaking kiss.
Me neither. I was limp with relief at finally having it out in the open, and yet fizzing with
dawning excitement too. We were finally going to do this thing.
We'll tell him as soon as he gets here.
What if it... freaks him out?
Mitch frowned. You think?
No. I didn't, really. Adam's more out than you or I ever were, and I'm sure he feels the same
about us. He almost kissed me at that picnic, you know. And then he looked over to where you were,
out on the raft, and he didn't. I'm betting he'll be fine with it.
We're both betting.
If he isn't, there's still us, I said, but the sinking in my stomach told me that would always be
second best. Do you have any idea how... you know, how three guys can get together?
The grin Mitch gave me was wicked. I've been doing a bunch of research.
I could feel an answering smile on my face. Oh, I just bet you did. I couldn't help it. I put my
hand behind his head and pulled him down. That first kiss was, oh my God, it was good. It was
fumbling, and his nose bumped mine at first. Then he tilted his head and we just fit. His lips on mine
were the best thing I'd ever felt, and he pulled me closer, opened his mouth a little, and... at that
moment Adam opened the door.
I really didn't want to think about the look on Adam's face, in that moment. It made me sick. I
turned to look out the bedroom window with Mitch, at the place where Adam had disappeared from
view, pumping his bike faster than I'd ever seen his skinny legs move in my life. But it was easier to
lock my gaze back on the guy next to me on that bed, than to stare at that empty place. Mitch, tell me
he'll come back.
~ Mitch ~
I knew Spencer was looking at me. I couldn't meet his gaze though. I was the oldest, the calm one,
the one who thought things through. I should never have kissed Spence, before we all knew the score.
Or if I had because seriously, when Spence looks up at me with those melty brown eyes he's so worth
kissing but if I had, I should have said something to Adam when he caught us. Something right.
Something that would have kept Adam's face from that expression of shock and pain and
disappointment that still made my gut ache. I should have been faster. Better.
I said, He'll come back. Because that was what Spencer needed to hear.
But I wasn't so sure. Adam's the kind of guy who would be best man at his dream lover's wedding
and never say a word. And he was smart, he noticed things. I knew what kind of emotion he must have
seen on my face, when I was looking down at Spencer. Love. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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