Levi and I carefully maneuvered our way to the other team’s flag and snatched it before being tagged. That was the easy part. The tricky part was getting the flag back to our own team’s home base.
We quietly crept through the forest as the clouds darkened above us and thunder rumbled through the air. Our fort was clear on the other side of the ridge burn, so we’d have to hurry if we wanted to reach it before the summer downpour fell on us and made running difficult. We could see our home base in the far distance. Levi looked at me. I looked at him. We nodded at each other, once. I clutched the other team’s green-and-yellow flag in my fist and took a deep breath. Then we were off.
We rushed through the trees, smiles on our faces as we tried to outrun the storm. Droplets began to fall, catching on our cheeks and eyelashes as we charged through the darkening afternoon. We were fast, but the storm found us, and soon the clouds split open and rain poured down, deafening the day and mudding the ground.
“Come on!” Levi shouted with a smile, grabbing my hand as we splashed through mud and broken leaves.
I took his hand and laughed as he started spitting out the water coming down on him. We were already drenched, so there was no use in running, but we did anyway.
Lightning cut through the sky, a streak of silver in the dusky clouds, followed by another roar of thunder. It was an odd contrast to the sharp rays of sunshine slicing through the same darkness above us. Half day, half torrent. Beautiful and frightening. But I was nothing but brave with Levi holding my hand.
“We’re not going to make it,” I said, barely audible above the loud rain.
He looked around, then yanked me to the side with a smile. “Over here, Pix.”
I chased after him, the storm chasing after us, as he led us into a thicket of trees where a few forts were hidden.
Shelter.
He pulled us into the closest one; it was half-destroyed, so we plastered ourselves against the far wall where what little was left of the roof still stood. Well, Levi plastered himself against the wall. I plastered myself against his chest. Both of us stifled smiles as our opponents ran past the fort, completely oblivious to our presence. We were so going to win this time.
We stood, chest to chest, perfectly still for a moment, waiting for the footsteps outside to fade away. I looked up at Levi, a grin on my face, and mouthed, Suckers.
He looked down with a huge smile and nodded.
His gleaming eyes dropped to my mouth and, in an instant, everything changed. We changed.
I was aware of him completely. The way he smelled, the feel of his breaths against my face, his hard body lined against my chest.
Neither of us moved even though the footsteps had all but vanished outside. My eyes fell to his lips, and his chest filled with a deeper breath.
Oh God.
I looked back up at him, and the only thing I could think about were his blue eyes, solid and steady, intense and drowning me slowly.
I should have moved away from him. I should have laughed off the awkwardness and removed my body from the warmth of his. But instead I just stood there, trapped in this new sensation between us.
His eyes fell to my mouth again, and I parted my lips.
He leaned his head down.
I tipped my head up.
Slowly, so slowly it hurt, our lips brushed against each other. Tentative. Careful. Unsure.
He kissed me softly. Once. Twice.
And then everything unsure about us flew right out the little fort window.
Our mouths came together in a desperate collision, hungry. It was a tangle of tongues and exhales, greedy and shameless. Hot breath glided across my face and down my throat as our wet mouths tried to conquer each other.
Lightning flashed outside, touching down close enough to make the air crackle with energy and the fort walls shake.
He gripped my hips as my hands, still clutching the flag, slid over his shoulders and pulled me up toward the mouth I wanted so much more of. I whimpered desperately and I wasn’t even ashamed. This was Levi. This was everything right.
His hands slid up my body and held my face, his warm palms cupping the sides of my neck as his thumbs stroked the edge of my jaw and the curve of my cheeks.
He kissed me like he owned me. Like I was his, and his alone, to kiss. And I wanted to be.
I felt precious and sexy at the same time. His hands fell back to my hips, where he pressed his fingers into the exposed skin below my shirt. He was touching my skin; he was lighting me on fire.
We kissed and touched in the little fort to the sound of angry thunder and heavy rain; falling on the wooden planks of the meager roof; falling on the dirt outside. Drenching everything I ever thought I knew about myself. Changing me—changing us—forever. And it was beautiful.
But that was before everything went to hell.
It’s just cheesecake. It’s harmless.
Yet I’m staring at it like at any moment it might grow teeth and gnaw off my arms.
“Just wrap it up, honey, and put it in the fridge for tomorrow,” Mable says as she hangs up her apron for the night and finds her purse, completely oblivious to my current cheesecake phobia. “I’ll make the toppings in the morning.”
I nod.
Charity loved cheesecake.
“Good night, love.”
“Night,” I say halfheartedly as Mable exits through the dining room door. I hear a roll of distant thunder groan outside. Then nothing.
It’s suddenly very quiet in here, and I can’t help the memories that start whispering in the silence.
Last summer, Charity and I went to a party and got drunk. Wasted, actually. We always drank too much.
It was the day after my impromptu make-out session with Levi in the fort, and he and I hadn’t spoken since. I wasn’t sure how I felt about our kiss—or maybe I was and that was why I was getting trashed—but either way, I was anxious about Levi’s feelings for me and the alcohol was making me feel better.
Charity was drinking and having a grand ol’ time, until she walked in on Daren making out with another girl. They weren’t technically dating at the time, but still she freaked out and they got into a giant fight. Charity came to find me in my drunken stupor, hysterical, crying her eyes out about Daren as I listened with fierce sympathy.
Even though Daren was our designated driver that night, I was emphatic about getting Charity the hell out of that party. I insisted we drive ourselves home.
“To hell with him,” I’d said. “Let’s get out of this shithole!”
“Yeah!” Charity said. “I’m the soberest of the two of us. I’ll drive!”
We were stupid.
We climbed into Charity’s little car and she peeled out onto Canary Road with me as her passenger. We were eighteen and thought we were invincible, listening to loud music as we both ranted and cursed Daren’s name. Then, out of nowhere, Levi’s truck appeared in front of us, blocking the road beside the ridge burn.