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two seats in front of me in English literature because I can’t stop watching you.”
He lifted his hand, the pads of his fingertips fluttering along my jaw. A flash of nerves pebbled my oversensitive skin. He hooked his finger under my chin, bringing his lips a fraction from mine.
“And I know you have the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”
SIX
Christopher
I fisted my hair in my hands, doing my best not to lose my shit, trying to keep from coming unglued right here in the middle of my sister’s quiet house. This place was supposed to be a sanctuary, where I could come and leave all the bullshit I got myself into behind. Where I could pretend like I was living for something instead of admitting that I was wasting my life away.
Never had that fact been more glaring than now.
A waste.
A total fucking waste, because my entire life had just gone running out Aly’s front door.
That mouth.
That fucking mouth.
I was one second from losing my goddamned mind, one second from losing sanity.
When I’d confronted her at the sliding door, Samantha had been no more than one staggered breath away. So close I could almost taste her. Everything that was sweet filled up my nose and invaded my senses. My heart stumbled, and all that rushing blood decided it was a good idea to travel straight to my aching cock.
After all, I was just a man, and that girl was single-handedly responsible for who I was today.
It’d taken just about every ounce of power I had inside me to keep from leaning in and taking what should have always been mine – that mouth that was all red and perfect, twisted up like a tiny little bow, taunting me with what I couldn’t have.
Like only a minute had passed instead of years, she’d managed to suck me right back into the endless blue of her expressive eyes. Just like she always had. But this time they were all dark and turbulent and wounded, as if she had no idea what she’d done to me, as if just her setting foot inside this house hadn’t brought the walls closing in and the ground crumbling beneath my feet.
Like maybe she thought it should be me apologizing to her.
And damn if it didn’t piss me off.
Did she have no fucking clue how bad it hurt to even think about her? And there she’d been, standing there in all that glorious flesh, luring me forward like she was some kind of forbidden fruit.
Anger clenched my jaw, that emotion in an all-out war with the relief that had come barreling in like a freight train when my body had trembled with awareness, all my nerves set on high alert, as if they could sense some kind of impending change in the air.
And that change had been standing right at the end of Aly’s hallway.
At first I’d thought I was hallucinating. I mean, how many times had I imagined her? Saw myself touching her. Loving her. Too many times I’d wondered what she’d look like now with all these years passed. Would she still be good and sweet and innocent, or had I damaged her so much that she’d become just like the rest of the girls I could barely stand?
Should’ve known those fantasies wouldn’t come close to doing her justice.
She’d always been beautiful. But in a soft sort of way, all of it subdued by her modesty and kindness, her shy smile and bright eyes filled with the excitement of the future and a genuine kind of innocence that had knocked something loose inside me the first time I saw her. No doubt that’s what had drawn me to her in the first place. I liked that she didn’t know how pretty she was. Like maybe I was the only one who recognized it and I’d be the one who got to convince her of it.
Or maybe it was just that she really didn’t care. She didn’t make it the center of her world or wield it like power to garner herself attention or manipulate those around her.
But God, there was no hiding that striking beauty now.
She was still petite, probably a full foot shorter than my six foot four, but time had cut away the roundness of her cheeks. Now
He lifted his hand, the pads of his fingertips fluttering along my jaw. A flash of nerves pebbled my oversensitive skin. He hooked his finger under my chin, bringing his lips a fraction from mine.
“And I know you have the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”
SIX
Christopher
I fisted my hair in my hands, doing my best not to lose my shit, trying to keep from coming unglued right here in the middle of my sister’s quiet house. This place was supposed to be a sanctuary, where I could come and leave all the bullshit I got myself into behind. Where I could pretend like I was living for something instead of admitting that I was wasting my life away.
Never had that fact been more glaring than now.
A waste.
A total fucking waste, because my entire life had just gone running out Aly’s front door.
That mouth.
That fucking mouth.
I was one second from losing my goddamned mind, one second from losing sanity.
When I’d confronted her at the sliding door, Samantha had been no more than one staggered breath away. So close I could almost taste her. Everything that was sweet filled up my nose and invaded my senses. My heart stumbled, and all that rushing blood decided it was a good idea to travel straight to my aching cock.
After all, I was just a man, and that girl was single-handedly responsible for who I was today.
It’d taken just about every ounce of power I had inside me to keep from leaning in and taking what should have always been mine – that mouth that was all red and perfect, twisted up like a tiny little bow, taunting me with what I couldn’t have.
Like only a minute had passed instead of years, she’d managed to suck me right back into the endless blue of her expressive eyes. Just like she always had. But this time they were all dark and turbulent and wounded, as if she had no idea what she’d done to me, as if just her setting foot inside this house hadn’t brought the walls closing in and the ground crumbling beneath my feet.
Like maybe she thought it should be me apologizing to her.
And damn if it didn’t piss me off.
Did she have no fucking clue how bad it hurt to even think about her? And there she’d been, standing there in all that glorious flesh, luring me forward like she was some kind of forbidden fruit.
Anger clenched my jaw, that emotion in an all-out war with the relief that had come barreling in like a freight train when my body had trembled with awareness, all my nerves set on high alert, as if they could sense some kind of impending change in the air.
And that change had been standing right at the end of Aly’s hallway.
At first I’d thought I was hallucinating. I mean, how many times had I imagined her? Saw myself touching her. Loving her. Too many times I’d wondered what she’d look like now with all these years passed. Would she still be good and sweet and innocent, or had I damaged her so much that she’d become just like the rest of the girls I could barely stand?
Should’ve known those fantasies wouldn’t come close to doing her justice.
She’d always been beautiful. But in a soft sort of way, all of it subdued by her modesty and kindness, her shy smile and bright eyes filled with the excitement of the future and a genuine kind of innocence that had knocked something loose inside me the first time I saw her. No doubt that’s what had drawn me to her in the first place. I liked that she didn’t know how pretty she was. Like maybe I was the only one who recognized it and I’d be the one who got to convince her of it.
Or maybe it was just that she really didn’t care. She didn’t make it the center of her world or wield it like power to garner herself attention or manipulate those around her.
But God, there was no hiding that striking beauty now.
She was still petite, probably a full foot shorter than my six foot four, but time had cut away the roundness of her cheeks. Now