Kiss Me

Bam stood in front of the mirror in Lotus’s bathroom, fussing with his shirt. Tucked in or pulled out? And what about his belt? Would it be better if he just let his pants ride low? Did he look too stuck up like this?

He was sure that Violet would know he went to a private boy’s boarding school. But she couldn’t think that made him a snob. After all, her own brother went there.

Bam bit his lip. He had been meaning to corner Ville, to ask him some questions about his sister, but he hadn’t gotten the chance. That boy always seemed to be hurrying away, able to give him no more than a faint smile. Where did he go that he was always in such a hurry?

“Bam! Are you coming out?” Helen knocked the door. He jumped. He’d been lost in thought, gazing blankly at the mirror.

“Uhh, yeah! Just a minute.” He ran his fingers through his hair before pulling on a black beanie.

“You look nice, Bam,” Lotus smiled at him as he exited. He just shrugged and shuffled to the kitchen to get a drink before leaving. Helen caught her girlfriend’s eye and raised an eyebrow.

“Her name was Violet, you said?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Lotus, love, don’t you think there’s something funny about the fact that you’re both named after flowers?” Helen stepped into the bathroom and began brushing her hair. Lotus paused, biting her lower lip just a little.

“Well, maybe Bam just secretly wants to be a gardener.”

**

They arrived at the club, the music and smoke and smell of bodies surrounding them. Bam took in a deep breath. It was more to calm himself for what was to come rather than to prepare himself for the air in the club.

“Are you going to go look for her?” Lotus yelled over the din. Bam nodded and began to weave and push his way through the sea of bodies.

And there she was, standing just in front of a speaker. Tonight she wore a purple mini dress with spaghetti straps and clear plastic stripper heels. Bam wondered how she was going to dance, but far be it from him to say anything. She looked so hot. She was beautiful.

“Violet!” Bam screamed. She smiled warmly at him, and Bam felt himself melting. She was way taller than he was, especially in those shoes, but he didn’t think he cared.

He grabbed her hand, held it tightly in his and
pulled her into the middle of the sea of people. Sometimes the best way to hide was to be in the center of the action. The music, the heat, and the feeling of being close to one another made them almost drunk and reckless.

Bam grabbed her slim hips and spun her around, grinding into her ass. She whimpered and pushed herself back. Bam pressed his head against her back. How could this already feel so intense?

Violet turned around and wound her arms around his neck. Her green eyes were smoldering. Bam felt like he was about to explode. How could he already feel like this? They hadn’t really even done anything sexual.

His cheeks were stained bright red, and he knew it wasn’t because of the heat. His hands were trembling. He swallowed several times and opened his mouth, trying to think of something, anything that would be worth saying.

In a moment like that, nothing you say could ever sound right. Speaking at all would ruin the fragile web of magic that had been spun around them. The whole club seemed to disappear. All that existed was the way that Violet was looking at him.

And that was when she bent down and pressed her lips against his.