behind my ear. I shiver at this near-touch on my neck. “Do you think you might want to have fun with me?”
I can think of a million fun things I want to do with him, very few of which involve clothing. I swallow. “I think maybe I can handle that.”
His eyes gleam in the moonlight as he moves his face closer to mine. “What kind of fun did you have in mind?”
I take a brief moment to question whether this is a good idea. I know Taylor is dangerous, know he has a strange ability to draw out more from me than I planned to share. Looking into his eyes, it’s obvious this could end very, very badly.
But in the end, I just don’t care.
I lean forward, closing the remaining inch between us and pressing my lips against his. He lets out a little sigh, almost like he’s relieved. Then his arms come up around me, pulling my body roughly against his.
I’ve kissed a lot of boys—in fact, I’ve done a lot more than kiss a few boys. Few activities better offer the distraction I crave. Ellie and I both have a reputation, and it’s pretty well earned. I’ve kissed boys at parties, in the back seat of cars, even in these very woods. But I’ve never kissed a boy like Taylor before.
His lips are like fire against mine, and he presses against me like he can't get enough. His hands are as tight as a vise on me, but somehow that isn’t tight enough. I wonder if it will ever be tight enough. Without even realizing I’ve moved my hands, my fingers are somehow tangled up in his hair, urging his mouth to remain against mine. Then our lips are parting, his tongue running against mine, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out with the sheer awesomeness of it.
Taylor groans against my mouth. It’s just about the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard. His hands press lower against my back, dangerously near my ass. I whimper, wishing he would hurry. I want his hands everywhere, now.
A twig cracks somewhere to our left, and I pull back, gasping. Taylor stares down at me, a dazed expression on his face. We look at each other for a beat, both breathing heavily. “Holy shit,” he finally mutters, and I laugh, the tension broken.
“What was that?” he asks, running a hand through his hair.
I shake my head. “A pretty amazing kiss, I’d say.”
He gives a short, shaky laugh. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
We stare at each other for another moment. I want to get back to the kiss, but I’m a little worried we won't stop this time. I’m not too crazy about having sex in the middle of the trail in the woods with my friends a few yards away.
“We should go back,” I say, looking over my shoulder.
Taylor nods, taking my hand. Somehow the gesture feels more meaningful now, as if we both realize we are embarking on something different for us. I usually don't do well with different. With all the craziness in my life, I crave familiarity. I like my group of friends, like being pretty certain what we’ll be doing on any given night. I know I can count on Ellie and Hunter, know they’ll never ask more from me than I can afford to give.
I don’t think I can’t trust Taylor in the same way. He seems like the kind of guy to take much more from me than I want to give. But somehow, as he leads me back through the woods toward the sounds of my friends’ voices, I realize I haven’t thought about home or my mom in more than a half hour, probably a record for me. The ever-present knot of worry in my stomach seems to have disappeared right around the same time Taylor showed up.
And that should scare me more than anything.
Chapter Six
Zoe
By the following Tuesday, I’m starting to wonder if I might have imagined the intensity of the kiss we’d shared. On Saturday night I would have bet the little cash I had that Taylor was interested in me. But when Sunday passes without a word from him, and Monday, too, I start to wonder. I spend way too much of my class periods thinking about him. What is he doing now? Is he
I can think of a million fun things I want to do with him, very few of which involve clothing. I swallow. “I think maybe I can handle that.”
His eyes gleam in the moonlight as he moves his face closer to mine. “What kind of fun did you have in mind?”
I take a brief moment to question whether this is a good idea. I know Taylor is dangerous, know he has a strange ability to draw out more from me than I planned to share. Looking into his eyes, it’s obvious this could end very, very badly.
But in the end, I just don’t care.
I lean forward, closing the remaining inch between us and pressing my lips against his. He lets out a little sigh, almost like he’s relieved. Then his arms come up around me, pulling my body roughly against his.
I’ve kissed a lot of boys—in fact, I’ve done a lot more than kiss a few boys. Few activities better offer the distraction I crave. Ellie and I both have a reputation, and it’s pretty well earned. I’ve kissed boys at parties, in the back seat of cars, even in these very woods. But I’ve never kissed a boy like Taylor before.
His lips are like fire against mine, and he presses against me like he can't get enough. His hands are as tight as a vise on me, but somehow that isn’t tight enough. I wonder if it will ever be tight enough. Without even realizing I’ve moved my hands, my fingers are somehow tangled up in his hair, urging his mouth to remain against mine. Then our lips are parting, his tongue running against mine, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out with the sheer awesomeness of it.
Taylor groans against my mouth. It’s just about the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard. His hands press lower against my back, dangerously near my ass. I whimper, wishing he would hurry. I want his hands everywhere, now.
A twig cracks somewhere to our left, and I pull back, gasping. Taylor stares down at me, a dazed expression on his face. We look at each other for a beat, both breathing heavily. “Holy shit,” he finally mutters, and I laugh, the tension broken.
“What was that?” he asks, running a hand through his hair.
I shake my head. “A pretty amazing kiss, I’d say.”
He gives a short, shaky laugh. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
We stare at each other for another moment. I want to get back to the kiss, but I’m a little worried we won't stop this time. I’m not too crazy about having sex in the middle of the trail in the woods with my friends a few yards away.
“We should go back,” I say, looking over my shoulder.
Taylor nods, taking my hand. Somehow the gesture feels more meaningful now, as if we both realize we are embarking on something different for us. I usually don't do well with different. With all the craziness in my life, I crave familiarity. I like my group of friends, like being pretty certain what we’ll be doing on any given night. I know I can count on Ellie and Hunter, know they’ll never ask more from me than I can afford to give.
I don’t think I can’t trust Taylor in the same way. He seems like the kind of guy to take much more from me than I want to give. But somehow, as he leads me back through the woods toward the sounds of my friends’ voices, I realize I haven’t thought about home or my mom in more than a half hour, probably a record for me. The ever-present knot of worry in my stomach seems to have disappeared right around the same time Taylor showed up.
And that should scare me more than anything.
Chapter Six
Zoe
By the following Tuesday, I’m starting to wonder if I might have imagined the intensity of the kiss we’d shared. On Saturday night I would have bet the little cash I had that Taylor was interested in me. But when Sunday passes without a word from him, and Monday, too, I start to wonder. I spend way too much of my class periods thinking about him. What is he doing now? Is he
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