Less than Perfect by S. J. Evans (librera reader .TXT) đ
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âHey, love birds!â Rachel sang sweetly, tauntingly, suppressing a giggle. âDo you think you two could save that stuff for the bedroom? It just so happens that someone is trying to drive
up here! And she canât have all of that riff-raff going on in the backseat while she does it!â Her voice echoed a playful lilt of mockery and friendly disapprovalâwhich, in Rachelâs world, meant she was only teasing them for the pleasure of witnessing them all flustered and embarrassed.
It worked like a charm.
Skye scrambled away from Julesâs lap, almost falling onto the floor in the process, and her already rosy cheeks flushed with new heat and embarrassment. Her once pounding heart began to race, and she took a deep breath of much needed air. She realized, in her own dizzying state of mind, that she and Jules had possibly chosen the wrong time and place to play such silly games. What had they been thinking when theyâd decided to make out in the backseat of her motherâs car, with her best friend driving up in the front? Fact was: they hadnât; theyâd merely been lost in the heat of the moment.
Glancing between Rachel, who had her eyes locked on the road ahead but also a large, smug grin on her face, and Jules, who had his glossy eyes pinned on Skye while his hands nervously fumbled through his hair, Skye couldnât help but let out a small giggle, too high on adrenaline to care about whether or not sheâd just partially lost it with Jules in the company of her best friend.
Jules grinned then, too, and in a minute theyâd all lost it, breaking out into an all-out, uncontrollable laugh fest. There was nothing to be ashamed of. In the end they were all friends, and playful banterâwhether it came from two best friends or two young people madly in love with each otherâwas expected, if not encouraged.
After a few long minutes tangled up in the pull of utter hysteria, Skye was the first to revive herself, wiping at her teary eyes and burying her face into Julesâs slightly shaking body, unable to wipe the smile off her face. She curled into his side, breathed in his warmth. A sigh of contentment escaped her chapped lips and, without looking up at all, she said, âWell. That was fun.â
Rachel scoffed, tossing her head back against the headrest. âYeah, well, Iâm sure it was even more fun for you two. Just warn me next time before you guys decide to get all . . . intimate
in my presence, okay? A little heads up would be nice.â
Skye looked up briefly, catching Rachelâs gaze in the rearview mirror, and grinned when her friend winked at her. âSure, Rach,â she said slowly, rolling the words off her tongue carefully. âWeâll be sure to warn you next time. Although, with you being so far away from us for such a long time, I have a feeling it wonât be a problem.â This time it was her turn to wink at her friend.
âRight.â Rachelâs eyes twinkled. âNo problem at all.â
Skye couldnât help but chuckle at the hint of sarcasm in her friendâs voice, and with one final word exchangedâexactly
âshe nuzzled herself into Julesâs outstretched arms, and closed her eyes, breathing in the richness of his warmth and the coziness of his body so close to hers. Faintly, like a whisper in the wind, she could hearâand feel
âa conversation beginning between her two closest friends, and her heart warmed at the sweetness of the soft, beautiful melody that hummed in the background of her peace filled mind.
âWELL, THIS IS IT,â Skye said, setting one of Rachelâs bags of luggage down onto the pavement. âThis is where we go our separate ways. Youâre going to have the greatest time in Paris. Savannahâs ecstatic, too, Iâm sure.â
Rachel chuckled, and with her free hand, grabbed the last piece of luggage from the trunk. âShe is, and Iâm sure itâll be great fun. But Iâm definitely going to miss my best friend.â
âAw, Iâm going to miss you, too, Rach,â Skye sang sweetly, wrapping her friend in a hug, careful to avoid the luggage. âSix months is quite a long time. Itâs going to be quite different without you here.â
âDitto,â Rachel murmured, and pulled out of the hug, securing her luggage in her hands. âWell, I guess this is goodbye. Take care of yourself while Iâm gone. Love ya, hon.â
âThanks.â Skyeâs lips curled into a smile. âRight back at ya.â
Spinning on her heel, Rachel peered at Jules, who was leaning against the carâs exterior with his hands in his pockets as he whistled a quiet little tune, and said, âAnd you, Mr. Nice Guy, be sure to treat Skye well. Because if you donât, I swear Iâll hunt you down and poison you myself. Got it?â She raised her brows, and much to Skyeâs surprised, really pulled off the threatening look well.
Jules stood there for a moment, seemingly processing Rachelâs threat, and in the next, stood up, approached Skye from behind, and wrapped his arms around her, all the while carrying a smirk across his lips. âYou have nothing to worry about, RachelâIâll take good care of her. Promise.â
âOh, all right.â Rachel dismissed him with a wave of her hand. âWell, Iâll see you guys in six months. Skye, call me sometime, âkay?â The moment Skye nodded, she grinned, gave a little wave, and called out, âAu revoir!â
Filled with a sudden spirit of glee from her best friendâs attitude, Skye twirled around in Julesâs arms, gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and mumbled, âWeâve got to get back home, now. And maybe later, after dinner, you can share that surprise with me? Sound good?â
He grinned wickedly, nipping at her bottom lip. âSounds great, Skye.â His deep, husky voice provoked heat to course through Skyeâs veins. âBut firstâyouâve got to give me a real
kiss. And then Iâll drive you home.â
With his request ringing in her ears, she grinned her own wicked smile and aggressively pulled his face towards hers, giving him the kind of kiss that heâd requestedâa real, passionate, electric kiss that, in the end (after a few long, precious moments caught up in each otherâs embrace), left them both breathless and desperately wanting more.
âWAIT, JULES, QUIT IT!â Skye squealed, flailing her arms in a vain attempt at pushing Jules away. âCome on, IâIâm serious, knockâitâoff!â With fleeting breaths, she squirmed underneath her boyfriendâs tickling hands, hitting and kicking, desperately trying to suppress her uncontrollable laughter. Problem was . . . it seemed impossible. Heâd been tickling her for too long, and even though she hated him for it, there was no chance sheâd be able to contain her laughter until he stopped.
âBe honest, Skye,â Jules said around a sly, lazy grin, âyou love
it.â With one hand still working on the sensitive spots beneath her shirt, he gently tangled the other in her hair and bent down to give her a quick, and nearly fulfilling enough kiss on the lips.
She could feel him laughingâat her, no lessâand, despite how warm and good
it made her feel being explored and played with by Jules, she bucked against him, gaining enough control to veer his focus away from tickling her. âLike I said before,â she gasped, breathless from not only the laughter but also their close, intimate contact. âYouâareâaâ-totalâidiot.â
Suddenly, and to Skyeâs utter surprise, Jules collapsed on top of her, barely supporting himself enough so that she wasnât entirely squished between him and the living roomâs couch cushions. And, with his hands quickly at both sides of her face, he pressed his lips against her forehead, then her nose, and then, when she closed her eyes from the intensity of it all, her eyelids. âMaybe I am an idiot. However, youâve got to admit, Iâm a very sexy one.â
Despite the heat of his touch, and the breathtaking intensity of the entire situation, she couldnât help but let out a small, quiet giggle, along with a faint whimper. From the way heâd spoken those ridiculous, childish words (even if she couldnât agree with them more), her heart fluttered anxiously, and her skin tingled, aroused by the deep, seductive tone of it all.
Her small, shaky hands grasped onto the smooth, squishy couch cushion directly beneath her, and, ignoring the side of her that warned her not to taunt Jules any furtherâespecially considering the fact that they were only one room away from where Leah and Joe were preparing dinnerâshe pressed herself against him, kissing his lips and asking for entrance. When he caved in (which took little convincing on her part), his taste collided with her mouth, and she explored him carefully, taking her time.
He growled in the back of his throat, and after a mindboggling minute suspended in his enriching presence, she pulled away, out of breath and at a loss for words. There was nothing she could say that didnât request for more, so she said nothing, knowing from the racing of his heart and the creasing of his forehead that he wasnât sure more was a good idea. And, as difficult as it was for her to admit, she knew it was time their little playtime was over. If they continued any longer, there was a good chance that Leah or Joe could walk in, see them in their . . . compromising
position, and babble on and on about the dangers of what they were up to, spoiling the mood.
âRain check for later?â Jules whispered, snapping Skye out of her rather unappealing thoughts. âRight here, right now is probably not the best idea.â
Unable to string together a mere few words, she simply nodded her head and opened her heavily lidded eyes, peering around the blurriness to find a glossy eyed, practically glowing Jules. The boyish smirk on his face crushed her in a wave of her own desire, stealing away any chances sheâd had at finding her voiceâand breathâagain.
âGreat,â he said, and sat up, taking the seat on the furthest cushion away from Skye, so that he wasnât sitting on
her in any way. âSo . . . are you ready to hear what the surprise is?â
His bold, breathtaking emeraldâs peered deep into her own crystal orbs as he watched her sit up, triggering butterflies to flutter anxiously in her stomach from the intensity of his intimate gaze. However, because she still couldnât find her voice, she instead nodded in reply, very eagerly.
He chuckled, and slid closer, draped an arm across her shoulder. His warm, gentle fingers played with her sleeves while he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, distracting her, before he whispered in her ear, âIâll tell you during dinner. But, just as a heads up, be prepared to enjoy it the moment dinner is over. Youâre going to love
it, and itâll be worth any wait.â
Her breath caught in her throat when his lips softly kissed her cheek,
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