It takes me a second to register that Sasha is lying down in front of me, but the second it does, I fall to my knees next to her to make sure she’s okay.
“Shit, are you okay, Pixie?” I hear myself ask, my own voice barely recognizable over the sound of my heart thudding in my ears.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to her looking at me with those damn grey eyes. They suck me in, threatening to never let me go, and I think I’m okay with that.
“What are you doing here?” My hand reaches out to pull her up onto her feet, but she doesn’t answer me right away.
Instead, she looks up at me like I’m the only person in the world.
It’s a feeling I never want to forget.
“I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen,” She says firmly, sidestepping my question and taking control. “Whatever happens, however you react to what I’m about to do… it’s okay. If you tell me to go away and you never want to see me again, I’ll be hurt, but I’ll be proud of myself for finally doing something that I want to do.”
Tell her to go away?
Never want to see her again?
“What are you-“ but the words die on my lips the second she leans in… and fucking kisses me.
God, she’s so fucking perfect.
But the second I feel myself snap out of the pure shock from her kissing me, and want to lean further into the kiss, she pulls away.
What in the actual fuck just happened?
I blink a couple of times, reeling from that kiss. That perfect, blistering hot kiss that Sasha Price just stepped up and gave to me.
My heart thunders in my ears, pounding at a millionmiles an hour because the girl I’m hopelessly in love with just fucking kissed me.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
And I’m watching her walk away.
Fuck.
My feet instantly start to move, chasing her around the corner and grabbing her by the arm the second she’s within reach. I turn her around and thread my fingers through her hair before smashing my lips against hers.
Her hands grab onto my arms, grabbing tight as a small moan vibrates against my lips. I part my lips slightly and flick out my tongue, begging her to let me in….
And she does.
We move at a furious pace, emotions driving us to some sort of primal need. It’s hot, and heated, and filled with the tension that’s been building since I first stopped her in the quad that day.
Her tongue fights against mine, I bite her lower lip and she returns the favour. She runs her nails up my arm, and I grip her hair harder.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I do know that when I come up for air, I can only see her.
There’s a small streak where a tear fell down her cheek, and I realize that she thought I was going to let her walk away from me forever.
She likes me.
She kissed me.
My Little Pixie wants me.
“Hi” she rasps.
I smirk, “hi.”
