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way through the narrow path, glistens
across his face. His honeysuckle eyes glowed with such strength, I
quivered at the thought that he was mine. He held my gaze not
bothering to pay attention to the acre long stretch between his car
and the front of the house. I swore to myself that I would never
love anyone as much as I loved him at that exact moment.
When we reach the wide metals doors
decorated with cast iron vines trailing down to an antique metal
door handle. I reached for it, and tried to pull it open, but it
was locked. I turned to Morgan, I must have seemed lost, since he
gave me a crooked smile and pointed at the doorbell right next to
the door handle. I smile innocently, embarrassed at how nervous he
made me feel, but not the bad kind of nervous the good kind, the
one that makes everything around you seem like
marshmallows.
I reach for the doorbell. When
Morgan unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me up to his
chest until I was pressed up against him, and was forced to wrap my
arms around his waist.
I felt the hardness of his chest
against the softness of mine. I take in a deep breath and readied
myself for the impact his touch always created inside me. I knew if
that night kept getting better, (and if I could muster enough
courage) Morgan might be allowed to hit a home run for the first
time in both our lives.
He opened his mouth, and stared
into my eyes. I could tell he was struggling to say something. But
at this moment, his lips would be wasted with words, I thought.
Almost as if he had read my mind he gently places his hands on
either side my burning cheeks and jerks me up towards him, searing
our lips together, and once again, taking my breath away. I close
my eyes and felt the waves of warmth that took over me. When he
pulled away, I felt my knees struggling to stay firm.
“ Stay with me
Nicole.” He said, his eyes devouring me from the inside out.
“Don ’ t
leave my sight, like ever. I feel so much calmer when I'm with you.
Like I'm where I'm supposed to be"
I take in a deep breath, replacing
the one he had stolen from me with his words. My eyes intently
focused on his lips. “I won't..." I managed to huff out before
standing on the tip of my toes and I leaning in for one more wave
of warmth.
I finally pressed the soft lighted
button next to the door handle and this ridiculously loud orchestra
of chiming bells mixed itself with the quacking base of alternative
rock and laughter coming from inside the house.
“ Have I told you how beautiful you
look” he said admiring every inch of my body. “And, how sexy you
look, and how incredible your lips feel, and that I fucken love
you.”
“ I fucken love you too, and no you
haven’t. But, I’ll forgive you. Eventually”
I was completely gloating now, I
ran my hands over the bustier top, down to my waist where it begins
to flare out. I made sure my cleavage was hidden and no loose
strands escaping from my wild fringed out ponytail, making sure
everything was perfect, when Morgan ran a finger across my collar
bone and I shuttered to his touch. I was about to lean in for
another heart stopping kiss when this tall muscular body the size
of –I don’t know- the empire state building, pulls open the front
door.
I curve my focus to the big ass
spacious room behind him, filled with loud music, drunk dancing,
and lifted red cups up in the air. I turned my attention to the set
of eyes blocking my way. He smiles, and there is deviance in his
eyes as they trailed down to my legs and up to my chest where they
lingered, as he stepped to the side.
Pervert. I thought.
I ’ m half-ways maneuvering myself
between me and the door when the tall lumber, who was actually Tony
our friend, wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me over his
shoulder. I hold on to Morgan ’ s hand, pleading for him help to
me off this Neanderthal, and preferably before I flash my pink
satin underwear to everyone at the party. But, something seemed to
have snatch
across his face. His honeysuckle eyes glowed with such strength, I
quivered at the thought that he was mine. He held my gaze not
bothering to pay attention to the acre long stretch between his car
and the front of the house. I swore to myself that I would never
love anyone as much as I loved him at that exact moment.
When we reach the wide metals doors
decorated with cast iron vines trailing down to an antique metal
door handle. I reached for it, and tried to pull it open, but it
was locked. I turned to Morgan, I must have seemed lost, since he
gave me a crooked smile and pointed at the doorbell right next to
the door handle. I smile innocently, embarrassed at how nervous he
made me feel, but not the bad kind of nervous the good kind, the
one that makes everything around you seem like
marshmallows.
I reach for the doorbell. When
Morgan unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me up to his
chest until I was pressed up against him, and was forced to wrap my
arms around his waist.
I felt the hardness of his chest
against the softness of mine. I take in a deep breath and readied
myself for the impact his touch always created inside me. I knew if
that night kept getting better, (and if I could muster enough
courage) Morgan might be allowed to hit a home run for the first
time in both our lives.
He opened his mouth, and stared
into my eyes. I could tell he was struggling to say something. But
at this moment, his lips would be wasted with words, I thought.
Almost as if he had read my mind he gently places his hands on
either side my burning cheeks and jerks me up towards him, searing
our lips together, and once again, taking my breath away. I close
my eyes and felt the waves of warmth that took over me. When he
pulled away, I felt my knees struggling to stay firm.
“ Stay with me
Nicole.” He said, his eyes devouring me from the inside out.
“Don ’ t
leave my sight, like ever. I feel so much calmer when I'm with you.
Like I'm where I'm supposed to be"
I take in a deep breath, replacing
the one he had stolen from me with his words. My eyes intently
focused on his lips. “I won't..." I managed to huff out before
standing on the tip of my toes and I leaning in for one more wave
of warmth.
I finally pressed the soft lighted
button next to the door handle and this ridiculously loud orchestra
of chiming bells mixed itself with the quacking base of alternative
rock and laughter coming from inside the house.
“ Have I told you how beautiful you
look” he said admiring every inch of my body. “And, how sexy you
look, and how incredible your lips feel, and that I fucken love
you.”
“ I fucken love you too, and no you
haven’t. But, I’ll forgive you. Eventually”
I was completely gloating now, I
ran my hands over the bustier top, down to my waist where it begins
to flare out. I made sure my cleavage was hidden and no loose
strands escaping from my wild fringed out ponytail, making sure
everything was perfect, when Morgan ran a finger across my collar
bone and I shuttered to his touch. I was about to lean in for
another heart stopping kiss when this tall muscular body the size
of –I don’t know- the empire state building, pulls open the front
door.
I curve my focus to the big ass
spacious room behind him, filled with loud music, drunk dancing,
and lifted red cups up in the air. I turned my attention to the set
of eyes blocking my way. He smiles, and there is deviance in his
eyes as they trailed down to my legs and up to my chest where they
lingered, as he stepped to the side.
Pervert. I thought.
I ’ m half-ways maneuvering myself
between me and the door when the tall lumber, who was actually Tony
our friend, wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me over his
shoulder. I hold on to Morgan ’ s hand, pleading for him help to
me off this Neanderthal, and preferably before I flash my pink
satin underwear to everyone at the party. But, something seemed to
have snatch
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