Black Rose

Wrong move.

Hands tangled in my hair, and my breath caught in my throat as my head was pulled to one side.

I shut my eyes, scrambling for something to hold onto, but there was nothing but the hard concrete wall I was pressed against. So, I pushed my palms into the rough cement and let out a shaky breath.

"Does that feel good, baby?" A sweet, sultry voice asked, pulling away from my neck to give me a wicked grin. I gave her a pointed glare.

"Jordan," I muttered, the frustration obvious in my voice. "Please."

She smirked. "Sorry, Ophelia. I hardly think it's a good idea to take this any further in the Target parking lot."

I glanced up, blushing, suddenly remembering our surroundings. The Target in question was an odd, standalone block, separate from the rest of the shops, and though we were around the side in a relatively secluded spot with no cars around, anyone might happen to walk by and see. And while this part of Colorado was relatively accepting, I could imagine we might be in trouble if someone caught two teenagers making out in the middle of the school day.

"Can we finish this back to your place? I would offer up mine, but I know for a fact my mother is hosting a church knitting group this afternoon, and needless to say, she might be a bit of a mood kill."

Jordan smiled a little, and gently rubbed my arm. "How's she been?"

I let out a dramatic sigh. "God, now I've gone and killed the mood by talking about my shitty parents."

"Forgive me for caring about my girlfriend," She said with a smirk. "But really, how has it been? Have they..."

"No," I replied, cutting her off. "At least, not since Christmas. So they have at least got that going for them."

"Thank goodness, the bare minimum," She said sarcastically, then said, "Ophelia, just because it isn't happening right now doesn't mean it won't happen again. I mean, we need to talk about this. You need to tell someone."

"I told you," I muttered.

"Only when you absolutely had to because they–" She cut herself off, glancing at my face then sighing. "Look, I just don't want you to get hurt like that again."

"I won't," I said, then pursed my lips and looked away. "Listen, I don't want to talk about this right now. Can we go back to your place or not?"

She was quiet for a moment as if deciding if she was ready to let this go. After a minute, she finally gave in and nodded. "Fine. My parents should still be at work, and everyone else is still at school. I'll have to be back there to pick Jace up later though."

"That's fine with me," I said. "That gives us three hours to do whatever the hell we want."

"Mmhm," she murmured, stepping closer and lifting her hand to trace a finger along my collarbone. "And I know just what I want to do in those three precious hours."

I smirked. "Yeah? Does it involve 'taking this further' somewhere that isn't a target carpark?"

"You bet," she murmured, then leaned in and kissed me, her lips gentle but filled with need. When she pulled away I sighed. She chuckled. "I just need to go to the restroom while we're here. You're welcome to join me, but I'm fairly certain that the public restroom here is akin to the fiery hell your parents think we're going to burn in."

I smirked and shook my head. "Thanks, but I'll pass. You go."

"No worries. Here, take my keys and you can go get in the car. I'll meet you out there."