Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I love a challenge. And I promise. You won’t even hear me until I’m standing
right behind you.”
Tingles spread up my spine, wanting time to slow down but excited for
next weekend to get here. She’ll have to chase me, but I look forward to
when she catches me.
Spreading open my jacket, she sucks on my nipple, but then I remember
something else and grab my phone.
“Wait.” I stop her, bringing up the screenshot I took from something
online. “Can we do this?”
I show her the pic of a splendid new position I want to try, and her eyes
go wide. “Jesus, Clay…”
And I laugh as she covers my mouth with hers, groaning like I’m driving
her insane.
• • •
The next morning, I stand with Liv in front of the school, under the tree as
everyone exits cars and heads for the doors. I know people are looking, but I
only stare at her hand in mine.
“You ready?” she asks quietly.
“They all already know.” I caress her fingers. “At least there’s that.”
She pulls me along, both of us making our way down the sidewalk as
eyes turn and voices quiet, the stairs to the doors looming above.
“They’ll look,” she assures me, squeezing my hand. “They’ll talk. But
every time they do, just remember they’re not feeling this.”
We climb the stairs, and I stop, my heart thumping, but it’s more because
I’m excited for people to know I love her than dreading the pushback.
“Don’t worry,” I say, leaning in close and making no effort to hide my
arm wrapping around her waist. “I’ll never not want to feel this.”
I’ll never let anyone else cost me what I love most in the world.
And we walk into school together.