Not so Nice. (Ranger/Quitty)
It was very true that he came to follow after Juliet, though he had not admitted it to anyone. The closest he came was to Antique, who knew him. Who told him where she was. Ranger had skills. Acting in a natural way was just part of who he was. Tell girls what they want to hear. Tell male friends what they needed to hear and adult what they expected to hear. Getting to Brunswick on Acting was not the hardest thing Ranger had ever done.
Her teeth pinched at his lower lip and he never blinked, just staring down at her as she put on her little show. As far as men went, Ranger was somewhat immune to her teasing, just like Juliet was to his entire persona.
“I’m not asking to marry you or really put up with you longer than I care to. You want the Skittles. I get a kiss. Simple. As. That.”
God sometimes she hated him so much. “Put up with me?” She lifted a brow. Sometimes she just wanted to shake him and slap him and kiss him and push him down a flight of stairs all at the same time. He was far too much like her for his own good. The two of them, they saw right through each other, and this was why it was so easy for them to get under each other’s skin. She knew he’d followed Juliet. As the one to tell him where she was it was obvious to her. “Fine.” She conceded, locking her eyes on his face before sliding her arm around his waist, the other on his neck and into his hair as she pressed her lips to his.
He wanted a kiss, he’d get one. They had given each other their first kisses, and had fooled around and made out on more than one occasion though the closer they’d gotten the less it had happened. It had to have been years, and Quitty now, knew what she was doing. She held nothing back, kissing him with all due passion and intensity. He wanted the kiss, he could choose when it ended.