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knots I wasn’t aware I had. I take a breath and inhale. It feels so good. As she continues massaging my neck and shoulders, I drop my head forward, encouraging her to continue. A guttural groan escapes my throat, and I realize I’m enjoying Tamlin’s touch. Again.
Her hands slip underneath the front collar of my shirt, and her fingertips play with the hair on my chest. I caress the back of her hand and stand up. Still touching her hand, I turn to face her and lift my other hand to her face. Her lips taste like cherries, and at the same time she kisses me, her hands fall to the hem of my shirt. She lifts it over my head then continues running her hands over my chest.
She tastes so good, I don’t want to stop. As her hands slide to my back, warm tingles flutter over my skin. Though I’m afraid to lead her on, I press my body closer to hers. Her hips grind into mine, and I’m unsure if she’s sending out signals to do what I think she wants to do. Her shirt slides off easily. After tossing it on the floor, I wrap my arms around her back and push her gently toward the couch, not breaking lip contact as I do so.
Tamlin falls to the couch and scooches herself against the arm. She lifts her legs, wraps them around my waist and pulls me down on top of her. My hips dance on top of hers, but when I move my lips to kiss her neck, I get a glimpse of the joy I see on her face. Despite the fact that her eyes are closed, ecstasy shows in her cheeks. With an abrupt stop, I get up and sit on the other end of the couch. She opens her eyes and licks her lips.
“What is it?” she asks, understandably confused.
“We’re going too fast. I think we need to slow it down a bit,” I lie.
“Storm.” She sits up and moves next to me, placing her hand on my knee. “You’re twenty-two years old. Surely you’ve done this before.”
I snap my head towards her. “Of course I have,” I lie again. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. With us. Not yet.”
I see disappointment sweep across her face.
“I’m not saying ever ,” I do like Tamlin. I’m just not sure how much. “Just…right now. Let me sort all this stuff out first, then maybe…”
“You mean…get over Honor? Then I’ll have a chance?”
A huge sigh escapes from my throat this time. “Something like that.”
She nudges me with her elbow. “Okay, but just don’t take too long. I won’t wait forever.”
I look at her, smile, and drape my arm around her, pulling her into me. “Why are you so cool? There aren’t many girls like you around.” And I mean it this time. Tamlin is cool. Maybe if I could get over Honor, she and I would have a chance.
Chapter Thirteen
After a restless night’s sleep, I drag myself to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Even the lazy energy of a Saturday morning is lost on me. I can’t enjoy it, knowing what’s ahead today. Concocting some freakin’ elixir. With Ethan’s blood . It just doesn’t sit well in my gut. I want nothing to do with the guy, yet I need him. I need him to help his girlfriend, whom I love. Sometimes I want to throw up my hands to this whole thing, grab Honor, and take off. But she would never go for that. Not only would she never leave her parents, she’d probably never leave Ethan. Which sucks. For me.
As I sip my coffee, I contemplate running over to Honor’s and declaring my love for her. Of course, my flippin’ brother lives with her now. Like he needs to be there. He thinks he’s protecting her? No. Sleeping in Honor’s guest room is not protecting. Coming up with a solution to this messed up elixir issue is protecting her. She wouldn’t even need protecting if he didn’t dump the original.
Coffee splatters everywhere when I slam it down on the table. Sitting here feeling sorry for myself is getting me nowhere. After wiping the coffee mess off the table, I gather the stuff I bought yesterday and lay it all out in front of me.
The pot I use for boiling my ramen noodles is
Her hands slip underneath the front collar of my shirt, and her fingertips play with the hair on my chest. I caress the back of her hand and stand up. Still touching her hand, I turn to face her and lift my other hand to her face. Her lips taste like cherries, and at the same time she kisses me, her hands fall to the hem of my shirt. She lifts it over my head then continues running her hands over my chest.
She tastes so good, I don’t want to stop. As her hands slide to my back, warm tingles flutter over my skin. Though I’m afraid to lead her on, I press my body closer to hers. Her hips grind into mine, and I’m unsure if she’s sending out signals to do what I think she wants to do. Her shirt slides off easily. After tossing it on the floor, I wrap my arms around her back and push her gently toward the couch, not breaking lip contact as I do so.
Tamlin falls to the couch and scooches herself against the arm. She lifts her legs, wraps them around my waist and pulls me down on top of her. My hips dance on top of hers, but when I move my lips to kiss her neck, I get a glimpse of the joy I see on her face. Despite the fact that her eyes are closed, ecstasy shows in her cheeks. With an abrupt stop, I get up and sit on the other end of the couch. She opens her eyes and licks her lips.
“What is it?” she asks, understandably confused.
“We’re going too fast. I think we need to slow it down a bit,” I lie.
“Storm.” She sits up and moves next to me, placing her hand on my knee. “You’re twenty-two years old. Surely you’ve done this before.”
I snap my head towards her. “Of course I have,” I lie again. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. With us. Not yet.”
I see disappointment sweep across her face.
“I’m not saying ever ,” I do like Tamlin. I’m just not sure how much. “Just…right now. Let me sort all this stuff out first, then maybe…”
“You mean…get over Honor? Then I’ll have a chance?”
A huge sigh escapes from my throat this time. “Something like that.”
She nudges me with her elbow. “Okay, but just don’t take too long. I won’t wait forever.”
I look at her, smile, and drape my arm around her, pulling her into me. “Why are you so cool? There aren’t many girls like you around.” And I mean it this time. Tamlin is cool. Maybe if I could get over Honor, she and I would have a chance.
Chapter Thirteen
After a restless night’s sleep, I drag myself to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Even the lazy energy of a Saturday morning is lost on me. I can’t enjoy it, knowing what’s ahead today. Concocting some freakin’ elixir. With Ethan’s blood . It just doesn’t sit well in my gut. I want nothing to do with the guy, yet I need him. I need him to help his girlfriend, whom I love. Sometimes I want to throw up my hands to this whole thing, grab Honor, and take off. But she would never go for that. Not only would she never leave her parents, she’d probably never leave Ethan. Which sucks. For me.
As I sip my coffee, I contemplate running over to Honor’s and declaring my love for her. Of course, my flippin’ brother lives with her now. Like he needs to be there. He thinks he’s protecting her? No. Sleeping in Honor’s guest room is not protecting. Coming up with a solution to this messed up elixir issue is protecting her. She wouldn’t even need protecting if he didn’t dump the original.
Coffee splatters everywhere when I slam it down on the table. Sitting here feeling sorry for myself is getting me nowhere. After wiping the coffee mess off the table, I gather the stuff I bought yesterday and lay it all out in front of me.
The pot I use for boiling my ramen noodles is
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