“Don’t step forwards,” I started, but my warning came way too late. I heard a shout and then had the wind knocked out of me as Llywelyn landed on top of me in a heap.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Llywelyn stopped. We seemed to have both become aware in the same moment exactly what was going on. As I recovered my breath, I could focus more and more on Llywelyn lying on top of me, his whole body pressed on mine. One leg had fallen between both of mine and was pushing between my legs in a way that was starting to excite me, and I knew he could feel it.
In the pitch dark, one of his hands found my face and stroked down my cheek. I felt his breath hot on my face, and then his lips tentatively found mine. I knew I shouldn’t — not worth causing gossip or drama in Nain’s little village — but it was happening anyway, and I was powerless to stop it.
I reached one of my own hands upward to tangle in the curls at the back of his head and deepened the kiss. Our tongues clashed and teeth knocked together, and Llywelyn’s leg rubbed up against my groin through my jeans. For a sweet, sweet moment it was just him and me in the darkness. Just for a moment, though.
“Come on in kids, form an orderly line!” Mrs Hayward’s voice echoed from outside the room, in the main hall. “Don’t want to be late for assembly now, do we?”
“Shit,” Llywelyn muttered. “Sorry.” He extricated himself from my arms and reached to pull me up. This moment felt suddenly very un-sexy and I readjusted myself in my pants.
“Do we…leave?” I asked.
“I think that may be the only option,” Llywelyn muttered ruefully. Was he regretting things? “Ah, there it is.” He pushed the door open and light flooded the room. I exited sheepishly, trying not to pat my hair down and make it even more obvious that untoward things had gone on. A hundred sets of eyes swivelled our way, the children obviously not knowing what had gone on but a couple of the teachers staring at us.
The real Tom Brown sat next to Mrs Ifans and blushed. He was definitely ogling us for some reason. Mrs Hayward was stood on the stage, obviously about to start her assembly.
“Sorry,” Llywelyn said as he climbed up on to the stage. “Just…grabbing my tools.”
I heard a snort come from the other side of the hall, and knew before I even looked that it was Tom Brown. When I did look, he had his face in his hands and Mrs Ifans was looking at him like he was gone off. I liked him.
“Come on,” Llywelyn muttered to me as he walked past and toward the double doors that led into hall. I sheepishly followed, well aware still of how many of the teachers were either shooting daggers or looking at us with expressions of undisguised curiosity.
He walked swiftly through the hallway, and out into the open air. “Hey,” I called after him. He kept walking. I tried calling again, but he didn’t stop. I jogged to catch up with his longer strides, and put one hand on his shoulder just as he reached his van.
“What?” he asked, his face like thunder.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked?
“You? What could you have done wrong? I kissedyou.”
“And was it that bad that you regret it?” I felt hurt.
“Not at all, I just didn’t…” Llywelyn stopped for a second. “I don’t imagine for a second that you’re interested in me, and that’s fine. I just don’t want to force myself on you.”
“And why would you think I wasn’t interested?”
“It’s just….” Llywelyn turned away again and opened the back doors in the van. He started to load his toolbar in, and spoke with his back to me. “You’re some high-baller in the city, and I don’t for a second think you’ll be interested in a small town handy-man.”
I stepped toward him. When he turned back toward me he flinched slightly at the proximity. I took one of his rough, working hands in my own, then stood on my tip-toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I am very interested in you. And very attracted to you. I’m only here for four days, but if you want to do a little bit more of…whatever that was, then I’m very much up for it.”
Llywelyn looked slightly shell-shocked but then leaned down to kiss me back, a brief kiss that promised more. “If we are going to do…something,” he said, then hesitated as if unsure of what to say next. “Then I would like to do it properly. Even if you are only here for a few more days. What are your plans for tonight?”
“Nothing,” I said. “Unless you count yet another soap marathon with Nain.”
“Great, I’ll come and get you at seven,” said Llywelyn. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t eat beforehand.”
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Nain watched me as I paced her living room, two jumpers in hand.
“Which one do you think?” I asked, brandishing the cream one toward her like a weapon.
“The teal, I’ve said a thousand times.” Nain kept twitching her head to try and get a better view of the television as I paced. “Anyway, he’s just taking you out. He already likes the look of you.”
“I know, but no one has taken me out inyears, I don’t even know what the protocol is for this.” I looked at the teal jumper she had suggested and threw it aside. “I’m going with cream.”
“Of course you are,cariad. Anyway, what do you mean no one has taken you out in years? You’re lovely, and a handsome boy too.” Nain looked affronted on my behalf.
