I can’t believe I just did that or that I’m not backing off.
“Please wait. I have the answer,” I say without my voice breaking. “I want you too, but in a way no one else does. I want to know the way you like to be kissed or how you liked to be touched.” My skin is burning hot. “I want to go beyond the first base with you but I don’t know how to do that. I want to complete all the bases with you.”
This is it.
The reason why I need to fling myself off this cliff after what I just said.
I straight up told him to have sex with me. Or eventually.
Heath sits beneath me like a statue. He doesn’t utter a word, only stares at me.
The growing silence makes me anxious.
So, I look down in his lap and play with the strings of his hoodie that looks too good on him—everything does. I don’t think there’s anything that won’t suit Heath Travon.
At once his hand cups my face and lifts it.
Leaning down, he says, “Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?”
Before I can open my mouth to answer him, his mouth is on mine and he kisses me hard. If it isn’t for his hand holding the back of my head, I would have fallen behind by the sheer force with which he comes at me.
It’s like he is talking to me with his body rather than his words.
Not that I mind this form of communication.
In return, I fist his hoodie and arch myself into his direction as I kiss him back. His hand moves down my back and he bunches up my sweatshirt and pulls me to him.
Air grows thick and tension rises.
My heart beats so hard my fingers shake.
All because of this boy who consumes me like a drug.
I’ve never done drugs in my life, but now I understandwhypeople find that euphoric feeling exhilarating. Every nerve ending in your body has come to life.
We kiss for what feels like hours but it’s only minutes.
Sometimes, time slows down, when I’m with him. Every second ticks by at the pace of a turtle.
Heath is first to pull away, and fill the tiny space between us with his hot breath. It dances on my swollen, numb lips that still ache to taste more of his.
It’s only my labored, fast breaths that halt me from claiming his mouth.
Books indulged me enough to know that kissing is romantic, but I had no idea how special and close it makes you feel to someone.
My lips are forever imprinted by his.
“Fuck!” Heath hisses and moves.
In doing so, the inner side of my thigh brushes against the front of his jeans and we both still.
A gasp leaves me, and I clutch his hoodie even tighter.
Don’t freak out.
Don’t freak out.
Don’t freak out.
