Aurelia
FLASHBACK
Six years ago
My heart is beating out of my chest. The shadow man’s proximity is almost too much to bear. I don’t even know how I manage, but I let the words spill out: “I know it’s kind of embarrassing to still be a kiss virgin, but if you knew where I grew up, you’d understand.”
His hand reaches into my hair, bringing his body a step closer to mine. I look straight into the centre of his chest, watching his steady breathing.
“It’s not embarrassing,” he whispers.
I find the courage to look up to him. “Really?”
“No.”
His other hand finds the right side of my face, and I can’t help the heat that rushes through me. “Are you still waiting for the guy who kissed your friend?”
“No,” I whisper. Still keeping my eyes locked on what I can see of his.
“Are you sure?”
I lightly nod, assuming he can feel it in his hands and wait for the connection of our lips.
“I can’t see you, Aurelia. I need you to talk to me.”
“I want you to kiss me,” I whisper.
The stranger’s mouth is on mine in an instant, but it’s gentle. He holds me still as he pulls back, giving me a moment to breathe, but when I reach my arm to his side to show him that I want more, he kisses me again. Deeper this time, guiding my lips as they slowly open to him.
He gives me a moment to adjust to his pace, reaching his hand to the back of my head.
Just when I feel confident in my movement, I feel the tip of his tongue brush against my lips, and instinctively, I meet him there, our tongues lightly brushing, his body pushing into mine. My legs hit his motorbike behind me.
“Fuck,” he whispers into my mouth.
And I want him.
No, Ineedhim.
I lean forward to taste more of his tongue, my mouth filling with mint.
Our pace quickens, and I can’t keep my hands under control any longer. They wrap around his neck and feather into his hair. It’s short, but I can still tighten a few strands under the tips of my fingers.
His body dips, keeping my mouth on his. Then he bends, grabs my thighs, and lifts me onto his bike, my legs wrapping around his waist. I pull him closer, and his hands are everywhere.
Clawing at my body as if I can be any closer to him than I am at this moment.
A moan slips from my lips when I feel the length of him growing hard against the thin layer of fabric keeping my body from his.
Then, suddenly, he pushes back, the gravel beneath his feet rumbling as he balances himself. “We should stop, Aurelia.”
“Oh.”
I must have done something wrong. Maybe I kissed him too hard, or I moved in the wrong way or—
“No.” His hands are on my face once again. “No. I don’t want to stop. I want nothing more than to keep going.”
I search the darkness for his face. “Well, why don’t we keep going then?”
