Lingus

"I think I've loved you from the moment you called me a pussy," I said, earning a howl of laughter from Kat. She had tears in her eyes, but I wasn't sure if it was from laughing or from what I was telling her. "You mean more to me than all of my collectible Star Wars figurines times a billion—"

"Only a billion?"

I rolled over, tucking my knees under me so that I could sit up on them. Grabbing her face between my hands, I lowered my head while still chuckling. "Times infinity, my sweet little gold digger."

"Oh yeah, I'm having a blast sitting over there watching Cal's cousins drool over you," he chuckled.

I turned around to look in the direction where Calum's loud ass family was sitting and pretended to squint. "Was it the cute ones?"

Tristan laughed and pinched my ass. "Yeah, they're just your type. Kyle’s hitting forty and Stephen is close to your dad's age."

"Shut up," I snorted, turning back to face him.

"I love you so much, you know that?" He kissed my lips chastely. "I'll always choose you."

"Oh yeah?" I asked him in a teasing voice, nuzzling my forehead to the smooth edge of his jaw.

"Yeah," he snickered, pressing his dry lips to mine. "You're the best thing in my life."

Josh walked past us right then, fanning his eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh. "Get a room."

"You're like my moon. Pretty pointless according to other people, but without you, the world is pretty much over. I wouldn't have any stability, there wouldn't be any cool things like tides; if you broke into a million pieces you'd kill everything on the planet,"

There was something about this, something that was just as good if not better than the only other time he'd been in me that sang through my veins, that didn't let me think about how long this was going to last, or what I was going to do the next day, or even my own fucking name. All I was then was this. His.

He was everything to me, and I knew that on a molecular level. I craved him more than anything in the world and it went deeper than his skin. It was his smile, his laugh, the stitching of his personality, and the fibers that made him up, that I loved.

"I swear I think your mom dropped you as a child. Repeatedly, more than likely. It would make a lot of sense."

Good luck and I are never on the same page. Most of the time, I don't even think we're in the same book.

For me to say that I was good at oral sex, or that I liked giving blow jobs, would make me feel and sound like a slut.

With that in mind, I would gladly admit to the fact that I was a slut.

For Tristan. Ha.

"You're so pretty, Kat," he murmured, stroking my thighs with his calloused thumbs. He whispered something then about tasting me, but I couldn’t hear very well because angels were rejoicing in my ears.