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smile. And I love crooked smiles. I’ve always thought they made men that much more attractive. I shake my head, this thing going on is exactly what it shouldn’t be.
I’m attracted to him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at you.” And he moves in even closer.
“Why?” I force myself to breathe, which is hard because my entire body is now filled with adrenaline and fear at the thought of what could happen.
He stares at me long enough to increase the adrenaline a little more before he says anything. “Because you’re really beautiful.”
I’m pretty sure my heart just exploded in my chest.
“Uh…thank you.” I press my lips together because I don’t know what else to do at the moment. “I thought you said you weren’t going to kiss me?” I’m such an idiot.
He moves closer, brushing my hair away from my face. I swallow at the feel of his fingers against my cheek. I saw none of this coming. But I want everything that is coming to me.
“Who said I was going to kiss you?” His voice, it makes every other voice sound pathetic when he’s looking at me this way.
But he’s moving closer not farther away and if you don’t want to kiss someone you don’t do this. His hands find my waist and I feel every fingertip pressing into my flesh.
I can feel his breath.
I can smell him. He smells like he just showered, sort of soapy and fresh, with a hint of cologne that now might be my favourite smell.
He pulls me closer and I look up at him even though I know I shouldn’t.
Tiptoes. Tiptoes. That’s all that it would take to meet up with his lips. He leans down and now his lips are nearly pressed against mine.
Does the world even exist?
Am I just really drunk?
He starts moving me backwards and somehow my feet do what they are supposed to. He doesn’t takes his hands off of me. And when my head hits the bar, I close my eyes, knowing what is about to happen next.
How could it not?
He brings a hand up to my face, fingers slipping into my hair and he goes for it. He really goes for it.
His lips say hello to mine over and over again. I feel a million different emotions and feelings and none of them tell me that I am wrong. Not a single one tells me to stop.
It’s just me and him and our beautiful lips crashing into each other. And just when I think it can’t get any better than what it is at the moment our tongues collide.
His hand travels upward, leaving a beautiful memory behind at the feel of him against me.
He let’s me know there is nothing else he wants right now. He shows me just how much he’s into our lip lock.
He takes control.
I can’t control myself, my hands have been exploring every inch of him and I haven’t even realized. They have a mind of their own.
I groan against his mouth. I need to be put out of my misery.
All this from a kiss—it makes no sense.
And all of a sudden he stops.
I’ve never felt so devastated to breathe.
He stands there disconnected from me. I don’t know what he is thinking but I wish I knew.
Did he enjoy it? Would he do it again?
I know I would do it again. I would do it right now if he let me.
He runs a hand through his hair letting out a huge sigh. “Let’s get you home.”
“Okay.” That’s all I can push out. I numbly climb onto the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around him tighter than ever before. And I press my face against him, shutting my eyes. Enjoying the ride, afraid it is going to end before I come back to reality.
If that’s even possible after what just happened between the two of us.
Twelve
I don’t remember coming home. I don’t even remember how I ended up on the couch in Sophie’s apartment but I’m there.
And I can’t forget the kiss that we just shared hours ago. He never even left me a number to get a hold of him I realized once I regenerated my brain cells.
I’ve always heard people talk about wanting what they can’t have. Well, if this is what this is, I am going to have a hard
I’m attracted to him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at you.” And he moves in even closer.
“Why?” I force myself to breathe, which is hard because my entire body is now filled with adrenaline and fear at the thought of what could happen.
He stares at me long enough to increase the adrenaline a little more before he says anything. “Because you’re really beautiful.”
I’m pretty sure my heart just exploded in my chest.
“Uh…thank you.” I press my lips together because I don’t know what else to do at the moment. “I thought you said you weren’t going to kiss me?” I’m such an idiot.
He moves closer, brushing my hair away from my face. I swallow at the feel of his fingers against my cheek. I saw none of this coming. But I want everything that is coming to me.
“Who said I was going to kiss you?” His voice, it makes every other voice sound pathetic when he’s looking at me this way.
But he’s moving closer not farther away and if you don’t want to kiss someone you don’t do this. His hands find my waist and I feel every fingertip pressing into my flesh.
I can feel his breath.
I can smell him. He smells like he just showered, sort of soapy and fresh, with a hint of cologne that now might be my favourite smell.
He pulls me closer and I look up at him even though I know I shouldn’t.
Tiptoes. Tiptoes. That’s all that it would take to meet up with his lips. He leans down and now his lips are nearly pressed against mine.
Does the world even exist?
Am I just really drunk?
He starts moving me backwards and somehow my feet do what they are supposed to. He doesn’t takes his hands off of me. And when my head hits the bar, I close my eyes, knowing what is about to happen next.
How could it not?
He brings a hand up to my face, fingers slipping into my hair and he goes for it. He really goes for it.
His lips say hello to mine over and over again. I feel a million different emotions and feelings and none of them tell me that I am wrong. Not a single one tells me to stop.
It’s just me and him and our beautiful lips crashing into each other. And just when I think it can’t get any better than what it is at the moment our tongues collide.
His hand travels upward, leaving a beautiful memory behind at the feel of him against me.
He let’s me know there is nothing else he wants right now. He shows me just how much he’s into our lip lock.
He takes control.
I can’t control myself, my hands have been exploring every inch of him and I haven’t even realized. They have a mind of their own.
I groan against his mouth. I need to be put out of my misery.
All this from a kiss—it makes no sense.
And all of a sudden he stops.
I’ve never felt so devastated to breathe.
He stands there disconnected from me. I don’t know what he is thinking but I wish I knew.
Did he enjoy it? Would he do it again?
I know I would do it again. I would do it right now if he let me.
He runs a hand through his hair letting out a huge sigh. “Let’s get you home.”
“Okay.” That’s all I can push out. I numbly climb onto the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around him tighter than ever before. And I press my face against him, shutting my eyes. Enjoying the ride, afraid it is going to end before I come back to reality.
If that’s even possible after what just happened between the two of us.
Twelve
I don’t remember coming home. I don’t even remember how I ended up on the couch in Sophie’s apartment but I’m there.
And I can’t forget the kiss that we just shared hours ago. He never even left me a number to get a hold of him I realized once I regenerated my brain cells.
I’ve always heard people talk about wanting what they can’t have. Well, if this is what this is, I am going to have a hard
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