All Chapters of When Best Friends Kiss: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Worth The Wait!

(RORY’S POV) Todd’s face brightened the moment he saw me making my way to the car. I could see his teeth, full out, and when I got closer, I saw his eyes sparkling. But all that froze when Todd got out of the car to help me in. He hurried to get back in and then turned to me, his eyes turning fierce. “Did that idiot do something to you?” he demanded through clenched teeth. “Because I swear I will fucking kill him if I find out that he laid as much as a finger on you! Did he hurt you?” “No, no,” I said quickly because, with how angry Todd sounded, I believed he could start flying out of the car any moment now. “Jason did not hurt me.” I saw that Todd didn’t look convinced and so I quickly added, “I promise, he did not hurt me.” Todd’s shoulders relaxed but his face didn’t. “So why do you look different from how you did when you went in? You don’t look happy,” he said, and before he even gave me a chance to say anything, he added, “Please don’t lie to me, Rory. What happened in ther

Grey And Venomous.

(TODD’S POV) My whistling came to an end when I heard an impatient knock on my door. I knew it wasn’t Maddie, which left only Mum. The impatient knock came again, and this time she opened the door without waiting for my answer. I met her with an unimpressed look, but she seemed unfazed. “Don’t look at me like that—it’s not like you’re not fully dressed. You tell me not to barge in, but I knock and you don’t answer,” she said, clicking her tongue at me. I didn’t say anything, but there was no need because she was already talking again. “You have a visitor, so please come down as soon as possible.” She shut the door before I could even ask her who it was. I hurried over to my phone, but I didn’t see any text from Rory. Still, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Mum knew I was going out—it was the only place she would let me go anyway, the game. I was already dressed, so all I needed was to grab my jacket and my keys, then dash downstairs. The living room was so silent that I couldn’t

Me And You.

(RORY’S POV) I sensed that something was off with Todd when he came to pick me up for the game. He looked like he was deep in thought, but when I asked him if he was okay, he told me with a light smile that he was fine. I knew something was bothering him, and I suspected that it had to do with the fact that this was the first game without him, so I tried to make him feel better by holding his hand as much as I could. I asked him if he wanted us to sit in the back, but he looked down at me with a smile and said; “How then do I show my support to the boys?” We sat down in the second row, where he had a good view of what was going on on the court. I was supportive throughout the game, holding his hand in mine, drawing circles gently on his skin with my thumb. I could only imagine how he would be feeling to be watching, but he became excited when his teammates got onto the court. I could just tell that he was hopeful for them. “Go boys! Go boys!” He yelled from time to time,

Don’t Stop!

(RORY’S POV) “Where are we going?” I asked Todd with a chuckle, looking up and peering as if the windshield would somehow show a map of where we were headed. “You’ll see.” Todd said with the most mischievous smirk on his face. I turned to him with a confused look on my face. “We are leaving Daisyland,” I said, and Todd nodded. “Yes, we are.” “Why?” I persisted. “Because we are on our way to Bloomsville,” he said casually, as if it was supposed to be the most normal response. Bloomsville is the neighboring town, not far from Daisyland, but still, it was a whole other town. “Why?” I asked again, and this time Todd groaned. “You are beginning to sound like Donkey in *Shrek 2*,” he said, and I pouted at him. “Well, you can’t blame me,” I said, folding my arms across my chest stubbornly. Todd laughed. “Okay, Candy. Please give me fifteen more minutes, and if we aren’t there yet, then you can start donkeying on me,” he said, giving me a glance that made my heart m

My First, My Only.

(RORY’S POV) The air changed. It wasn’t just the cool beach breeze anymore. It was thick and hot, charged with a feeling I’d only ever read about. My hand was still on him, feeling the hard proof of his want through his jeans. A low growl came from deep in Todd’s chest. In one smooth, strong motion, his hands went under my arms and around my back. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, setting me down gently in the center of the soft blanket. He followed me down, his body covering mine, and his mouth found my neck. “Tell me to stop, Candy,” he whispered against my skin, his breath sending shivers through me. “Any second. Any reason. You say the word, and this ends. Just say it.” I shivered under his hold but I knew what I wanted . I turned my head, finding his lips with mine. My kiss was my answer. It was a ‘yes’ and a ‘please’ all at once. “I want this,” I breathed between kisses. “I want you.” That was all he needed. The kiss exploded again, deeper and hotter than before

Nothing Compares.

(RORY’S POV) “Nothing compares to this,” Todd says hoarsely, gesturing between the two of us. A tiny smile pulls at my lips because I am leaning against his chest lazily. “Mmhmmm,” I agree, nodding my head. He chuckles and then places a kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks me, and I nod. “Yes, I am better than okay,” I murmur, placing a kiss on his bare skin. We are lying on the blanket, our chests exposed against one another but our lower parts covered with our clothes. His finger traces circles on my skin, and if my legs did not feel weak, I would have wanted to push myself gently toward him, over and over again. The tingling sensation is still radiating from my core, and the memories of our intimacy are still fresh in my mind. “I didn’t really expect this,” he whispers audibly into the night. I cannot say the same; maybe I was not fully sure it was going to happen, but deep down, I knew I wanted it. I wanted him so much that my mind had been unable to fo

The Icy Visitor.

(RORY’S POV) “What exactly happened to you yesterday?” Rosalie asked, her suspicious eyes fixed on me as I ate my cereal. I looked up from my bowl to see everyone looking at me. It wasn’t just that I still had that same smile plastered on my lips—it was even wider now, appearing whenever I wasn’t using my mouth for anything else. I also caught myself swinging my legs occasionally and, of course, there was the occasional bobbing of my head to no music in particular. I was propped up on a tall stool against the counter. Rosalie was seated on the counter, Aunt Ryan was leaning against it reading a newspaper while sipping her coffee, and Nana was making tacos for us. “What do you mean?” I murmured to Rosalie, keeping my face down and focused on my cereal because I didn’t want her to see how red my face was. “I mean, why have you been acting like a happy doll since this morning? Plus, we’d all gone to bed by the time you got in.” She pointed out, and I really wished I could just s

¡Con Mi Nieta No!

(RORY’S POV) I had suddenly forgotten how to breathe. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and all because I was staring into Martha’s hateful blue eyes. If looks could kill, I’d be dead and buried now. “I—I’m— Good morning, Martha,” I managed to say. “Can we step out for a conversation?” she asked, and I could feel an icy feeling crawl up my skin. I knew that I did not want to step out with her, but I also knew that I was not strong enough to tell her no. So I nodded and was preparing to step out with her when someone came up from behind us. Aunt Ryan—and she did not look pleased. “Hello, Martha. Good morning,” she greeted bluntly. “Oh! Ryan! I had no idea you were in town!” Martha said with the most strained smile I had ever seen her wear. “I just got in a couple of days ago,” Aunt Ryan said. She sounded stern but had a smile on her face. “Are you here to see us?” “No, I just came in to see Rory. I want to have a word with her,” Martha said, giving me a fake smile. “I

Deflated!!

(RORY’S POV) I have never felt so much like a deflated balloon that had been put in that position by a needle. All my excitement was gone and now replaced with an overwhelming feeling of sadness and anxiety. It was so hard to think that I had been swooning and dancing since last night only to be brought down to the harsh, cold ground. My happy, beautiful memory of my intimate time with Todd last night suddenly felt so hazy in my head, even though I had been having a hard time thinking of anything other than it since it happened. Now all that was in my head was mainly the words and voice of Martha O’Connor and Nana. The events of the morning crashed over me and made me feel so weak that I could not really think straight. I was bombarded with a replay of the events of this morning, which had only happened a few hours ago. I had run up to my room and sobbed into my pillows. One thing I was grateful for was the fact that Todd and I had exchanged texts during the early hours of the mo

A Perfect Mood.

(TODD’S POV) I started thinking of Rory from the moment I opened my eyes, and I did not stop from then on. I was thinking of her even when I was listening to music and working out; I was thinking of her when I brushed my teeth, when I stepped in the shower, when I got dressed for the day. Thoughts of her lingered in my mind every moment: her bright smile, her sparkling eyes, her light laughter. Then there were memories that made the world stop the moment they flashed through my mind. Like the way she moaned my name when I began to move faster. The way her fingers sought my body, as if eager to feel it, like she was studying it. The way her eyes reflected desire, how her lips had pouted. It felt like my mind was completely possessed by thoughts of her, and I enjoyed every bit of it. I kept up with the mood, ignoring the fact that the looming reminder of Mr. Williams’s order for me to resume despite my suspension was ongoing. My day went by smoothly because of that, but i

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