beautiful eyes that made me feel like I was happily drowning in a green sea?
“Did you know I was out here before you got here?” I blurted out.
Where had that come from? Who cares? I guess I did.
Emmet nodded slowly as he again blew hot air onto my hands.
“How did you know I was here?”
He shrugged. “Just a feeling.”
He had said that when I fell and hit my head years before. He had told me he’d always find me, and he had said that to me the week before, the day he first brought me to the lot and kissed me, the night my father died.
“You didn’t find me after you found out about my dad,” I murmured more to myself than him, but of course he had heard me.
“Not exactly,” he said with a half of a shrug.
“What do you mean not exactly?” I had never told anyone where I had gone. It was still my secret place and I wanted to keep it that way.
“I could…feel you,” he said carefully. “I can’t explain it. Sometimes I know…I just know you’re close by and sometimes I know when you’re not. I knew you weren’t. I knew you weren’t very far, but you were…out of my reach.”
I stared at him with an open mouth. This was deep. Too deep for my teenage mind to understand. It was scary, maybe it was scary because…well…I kind of always felt Emmet, too. Even when we were little kids, I always knew when Emmet was near without having to look. That didn’t scare me back then. I didn’t think much of it then, but at almost fifteen years old, I began to understand how rare that was, and how absolutely freaky it was. So freaky.
We met half way this time. Freaky or not, his lips were so close and we were alone and I was feeling a little miserable and I knew Emmet could make me feel better. His lips crushed against mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me close, his hands shifting up and down my back as he kissed me. His mouth was so warm and had the perfect amount of moisture. I was getting better at using my tongue with his and I could tell he liked it. The same soft moans that I made, he was making, too. I took a page from his book and pulled his bottom lip between my lips and gently sucked, then nipped, and then soothed it with my tongue. Oh, yeah. I was learning.
Emmet pulled away suddenly and took a couple of steps back. I was left unbalanced on my skateboard. I wobbled madly for a moment on weakened knees and fell backward on my ass. He was helping me up before I even had time to process that I had fallen. Once I was firmly on my feet, he backed away again.
“I have to stop kissing you,” he said and let out a long breath.
Embarrassed, I picked up my board. “Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m going to head home. I’ll see you…whenever.”
“Donya,” Emmet said with a frustrated tone. His hand was on my arm, stopping me. I let him. “I want to kiss you, but…I’m older with…more experience and you’re making my head all cloudy. I don’t want to…disrespect you.”
Ohhhh, I get it.
Emmet was telling me that he wasn’t a virgin and that he didn’t want to do something crazy like feel me up or lure me into losing my virginity in the backseat of his car. I almost snickered at how quickly I caught on to that. Sometimes I thought I was just a naïve kid, but I got that. I understood it so fast.
I didn’t want that to happen either.
“Okay,” I said to him. “We probably shouldn’t kiss anymore then.”
“I like kissing you,” he said, cupping my cheek. “I love you because you’re part of my family, but I have…other feelings for you, too.”
Okay, now this was just too much for me. My brain was getting overloaded. I know teenage girls fall in love all of the time, but I didn’t romanticize life like they did. I wasn’t in any hurry to fall in love and be anyone’s girlfriend and to have regular make-out sessions. I wanted to skateboard and get through school and get through life before all of that. Falling in love or lust or strong like as girls did
“Did you know I was out here before you got here?” I blurted out.
Where had that come from? Who cares? I guess I did.
Emmet nodded slowly as he again blew hot air onto my hands.
“How did you know I was here?”
He shrugged. “Just a feeling.”
He had said that when I fell and hit my head years before. He had told me he’d always find me, and he had said that to me the week before, the day he first brought me to the lot and kissed me, the night my father died.
“You didn’t find me after you found out about my dad,” I murmured more to myself than him, but of course he had heard me.
“Not exactly,” he said with a half of a shrug.
“What do you mean not exactly?” I had never told anyone where I had gone. It was still my secret place and I wanted to keep it that way.
“I could…feel you,” he said carefully. “I can’t explain it. Sometimes I know…I just know you’re close by and sometimes I know when you’re not. I knew you weren’t. I knew you weren’t very far, but you were…out of my reach.”
I stared at him with an open mouth. This was deep. Too deep for my teenage mind to understand. It was scary, maybe it was scary because…well…I kind of always felt Emmet, too. Even when we were little kids, I always knew when Emmet was near without having to look. That didn’t scare me back then. I didn’t think much of it then, but at almost fifteen years old, I began to understand how rare that was, and how absolutely freaky it was. So freaky.
We met half way this time. Freaky or not, his lips were so close and we were alone and I was feeling a little miserable and I knew Emmet could make me feel better. His lips crushed against mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me close, his hands shifting up and down my back as he kissed me. His mouth was so warm and had the perfect amount of moisture. I was getting better at using my tongue with his and I could tell he liked it. The same soft moans that I made, he was making, too. I took a page from his book and pulled his bottom lip between my lips and gently sucked, then nipped, and then soothed it with my tongue. Oh, yeah. I was learning.
Emmet pulled away suddenly and took a couple of steps back. I was left unbalanced on my skateboard. I wobbled madly for a moment on weakened knees and fell backward on my ass. He was helping me up before I even had time to process that I had fallen. Once I was firmly on my feet, he backed away again.
“I have to stop kissing you,” he said and let out a long breath.
Embarrassed, I picked up my board. “Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m going to head home. I’ll see you…whenever.”
“Donya,” Emmet said with a frustrated tone. His hand was on my arm, stopping me. I let him. “I want to kiss you, but…I’m older with…more experience and you’re making my head all cloudy. I don’t want to…disrespect you.”
Ohhhh, I get it.
Emmet was telling me that he wasn’t a virgin and that he didn’t want to do something crazy like feel me up or lure me into losing my virginity in the backseat of his car. I almost snickered at how quickly I caught on to that. Sometimes I thought I was just a naïve kid, but I got that. I understood it so fast.
I didn’t want that to happen either.
“Okay,” I said to him. “We probably shouldn’t kiss anymore then.”
“I like kissing you,” he said, cupping my cheek. “I love you because you’re part of my family, but I have…other feelings for you, too.”
Okay, now this was just too much for me. My brain was getting overloaded. I know teenage girls fall in love all of the time, but I didn’t romanticize life like they did. I wasn’t in any hurry to fall in love and be anyone’s girlfriend and to have regular make-out sessions. I wanted to skateboard and get through school and get through life before all of that. Falling in love or lust or strong like as girls did
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