he threw our empty cartons in the bin and wrapped his arms around me. I was still sitting on the stool, so we were almost the same height. His chest was pressed against mine, and my legs were over his. I liked it too much.
“It’s almost eleven. We need to go soon,” he said quietly, rubbing circles on the small of my back. His fingers brushing against my skin gave me goose bumps. Cole stroked my hair, pushing it behind my ear. With a deep frown, he stood up and held his hand out for me, helping me step over the bench.
I blushed as we walked back to his car. Would we have kissed again? Should I have initiated it? It shouldn’t be him all the time, but I was way too scared to do it myself. What if he didn’t want to though? Was that why he moved away?
Stopping at his car, he turned to me and stared into my eyes. Just kiss me! He sighed.
“Let’s get you home before your parents send out a search party.”
I opened the car door and got in feeling deflated. Turning the dial to hot so when he started the car it would start to heat up, I laid back in the seat. The car ride home was strangely awkward.
My heart sank as we pulled up outside my house. The night was over.
“I’ll walk you in,” he said and opened his door.
I practically ran up the path, eager to end the awkwardness. Turning as we approached the front door, I looked up at him. He was standing closer than I imagined he would be. We were just inches apart, and I could practically feel the heat radiating from him.
As I reached out to put the key in the lock, he grabbed my hand and spun me back to face him. Our lips touched, and my body felt boneless.
The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, but even after he pulled away, I could still feel the pressure of his lips on mine. Cole smiled as he took the key and opened the door while I just stood there like an idiot, gawping after him.
I shook my head in a daze and walked inside. Dad was the only one up, probably waiting for me.
“Hi, sweetheart, did you have a good night?” he asked as he looked up from the screen. I nodded and chewed on my lip.
“Good. Well, I’m going to bed now. You should too, okay? Goodnight, Cole.”
“Night, Max,” Cole replied, and turned to me. “You really had a good time?” he asked, looking unsure of himself. I nodded my head and smiled, my jaw ached from trying not to smile too much.
“Good. I did too… Well, Miss, I should get going. Goodnight,” he said in a fake posh accent, making me grin. He gently kissed my forehead and walked backwards, closing my front door.
I skipped up to my room and stripped out of my clothes, throwing on the first set of pyjamas I saw. Nothing could ruin my mood tonight. I had had my first kiss, and it was with someone I was crazy about.
As I wrapped my cover around myself, my phone beeped, and I knew it was from Cole: ‘Night. X’.
I smiled and typed a reply, ‘Night Cole. X’. As usual though, I didn’t press send.
In the morning, I woke up to Jasper shaking my arm. Could he not just call my name?
“Get up. We’re being forced to go to Aunt Ali’s.” He scowled..
Visiting Ali was something we both dreaded. Ali was great; it was my cousin, Lizzie, who was the problem. Lizzie was one year older than I was and convinced she was going to be the next supermodel. I doubted if anyone had seen her face in years – it was trapped under layers of inch-thick make-up. Her hair was bleached a white blonde and sat just below her shoulder blades.
In Lizzie’s eyes, if you weren’t perfect, you weren’t even worth bothering about. In front of everyone, she was sweet and innocent, but once we were, alone she was bitchy and judgemental. I wasn’t her idea of perfection, and she made me know that. I don’t know why she was like that because as children we got along but when I stopped talking she stopped liking me. I wasn’t sure if she was hurt that I wouldn’t come to her or if she really only cared about image.
I dressed
“It’s almost eleven. We need to go soon,” he said quietly, rubbing circles on the small of my back. His fingers brushing against my skin gave me goose bumps. Cole stroked my hair, pushing it behind my ear. With a deep frown, he stood up and held his hand out for me, helping me step over the bench.
I blushed as we walked back to his car. Would we have kissed again? Should I have initiated it? It shouldn’t be him all the time, but I was way too scared to do it myself. What if he didn’t want to though? Was that why he moved away?
Stopping at his car, he turned to me and stared into my eyes. Just kiss me! He sighed.
“Let’s get you home before your parents send out a search party.”
I opened the car door and got in feeling deflated. Turning the dial to hot so when he started the car it would start to heat up, I laid back in the seat. The car ride home was strangely awkward.
My heart sank as we pulled up outside my house. The night was over.
“I’ll walk you in,” he said and opened his door.
I practically ran up the path, eager to end the awkwardness. Turning as we approached the front door, I looked up at him. He was standing closer than I imagined he would be. We were just inches apart, and I could practically feel the heat radiating from him.
As I reached out to put the key in the lock, he grabbed my hand and spun me back to face him. Our lips touched, and my body felt boneless.
The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, but even after he pulled away, I could still feel the pressure of his lips on mine. Cole smiled as he took the key and opened the door while I just stood there like an idiot, gawping after him.
I shook my head in a daze and walked inside. Dad was the only one up, probably waiting for me.
“Hi, sweetheart, did you have a good night?” he asked as he looked up from the screen. I nodded and chewed on my lip.
“Good. Well, I’m going to bed now. You should too, okay? Goodnight, Cole.”
“Night, Max,” Cole replied, and turned to me. “You really had a good time?” he asked, looking unsure of himself. I nodded my head and smiled, my jaw ached from trying not to smile too much.
“Good. I did too… Well, Miss, I should get going. Goodnight,” he said in a fake posh accent, making me grin. He gently kissed my forehead and walked backwards, closing my front door.
I skipped up to my room and stripped out of my clothes, throwing on the first set of pyjamas I saw. Nothing could ruin my mood tonight. I had had my first kiss, and it was with someone I was crazy about.
As I wrapped my cover around myself, my phone beeped, and I knew it was from Cole: ‘Night. X’.
I smiled and typed a reply, ‘Night Cole. X’. As usual though, I didn’t press send.
In the morning, I woke up to Jasper shaking my arm. Could he not just call my name?
“Get up. We’re being forced to go to Aunt Ali’s.” He scowled..
Visiting Ali was something we both dreaded. Ali was great; it was my cousin, Lizzie, who was the problem. Lizzie was one year older than I was and convinced she was going to be the next supermodel. I doubted if anyone had seen her face in years – it was trapped under layers of inch-thick make-up. Her hair was bleached a white blonde and sat just below her shoulder blades.
In Lizzie’s eyes, if you weren’t perfect, you weren’t even worth bothering about. In front of everyone, she was sweet and innocent, but once we were, alone she was bitchy and judgemental. I wasn’t her idea of perfection, and she made me know that. I don’t know why she was like that because as children we got along but when I stopped talking she stopped liking me. I wasn’t sure if she was hurt that I wouldn’t come to her or if she really only cared about image.
I dressed
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