Craving Him

“Hex,” she breathes, “they’re going to see,” her eyes widen.

“And?”

“Stop it,” she grits, her eyes bugging as she pushes my hand away.

“You’re such a spoil sport.”

She turns back and faces the front, completely ignoring me which is riling me up as anger bubbles that she won’t just admit that she wants this.

I look around the room at all the boring fuckers sitting here nodding along to whatever this guy up front says. They hang on his every word, stupid pricks. Clicking my knuckles my eyes land on Jed who is the only person not hanging onto the priest’s words, instead staring at Lauren with a sappy look on his face. I reach up, yawning, then place my arm behind Lauren’s back and rest it on the back of the pew and I smile while flipping him off with my spare hand.

Take that you spineless cunt.

Leaning across, my lips brush against the shell of her ear and I hear the sharp intake of breath that she takes. “Jed keeps looking over at you.”

She doesn’t turn to look; she continues facing for