arm, caressing
her softly and then threading their fingers together. Their
joined hands dangled on either side of their lightly touching bodies.
“I
really want to kiss you right now.”
“What’s
stopping you?” she whispered.
Rome
leaned in, admiring her beautiful face as the distance between them grew
smaller and smaller. He wanted this, badly, but he also wanted it to be right.
He stopped a millimeter from her lips, so close the phantom sensation of touch
was tickling across his skin. This had to last, he thought. He had to make this moment last.
Ariahna
was standing so very still, waiting so patiently that her chest was aching. She
needed him to kiss her. It was all she’d been thinking about since the first moment they’d met. Rome pulled
away abruptly, and the air left her lungs in a shudder of
disappointment. But then, he was pressing his lips against her neck and sending
a spark of heat, a slow building fire, spreading through her.
Rome
was kissing over her silky skin, each gentle touch like a silent promise. They
were sharing secrets with their bodies, and his was telling her that he… he
loved her. The realization was enough to leave him terrified, shaking, and
desperate to express this overwhelming and unexpected affection. How was this
even possible? They’d just met, and yet he felt as if he’d been missing her all
his life – waiting for her to find him and make him feel this complete. A trail
of slow, passionate kisses was leading him to his ultimate goal – the perfect
curve of her lips. He traced her jawline with his mouth, and as he did, he
could feel her trembling against him.
Ariahna
felt like she was falling, tumbling down a bottomless well of desire. It felt
like he was the only solid thing she had to hold on to. Her fingers curled
tightly over the back of his hands as a soft sound passed over her lips. And
then he was pressing his mouth to hers, swallowing her hot breath and the
beginnings of a plea. He was warming her from the inside out, lighting some
long dead fire in her soul. His lips were soft, his jaw strong as it worked
against hers. She was losing herself.
Rome
leaned in close, their bodies melding together against the door. He went to
brush his tongue into her mouth as she parted her lips to let him in. They
kissed in wet, gentle strokes, exploring each other without hurry. He slipped
his hands away, letting them come to rest along the curve of her jaw. He felt
her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt a moment later, pulling him
even closer. They were already flush against one another, and yet it was as if
she knew that it still didn’t feel close enough.
The
soft sound of a piano started seeping through the door, and Aria was smiling as
it wrapped them up in its sweet, magical embrace. They were floating away with the notes dancing in the air, swept up in
feelings of elation. She’d never been this close to anything so radiant.
Kissing him was like soaring into the sun. She was burning alive right now, and
nothing had ever felt better.
Chapter 8
Rome
ripped open the folding glass door to one of the buses that had been left out
in the parking lot for the field trip.
“I
can’t believe we just ran!” Aria whispered.
“I
wasn’t sticking around for that. Did you see the look on her face? I didn’t
think anyone would actually be there.”
“Anyone
but us, you mean.” She hurried down the center aisle, quickly finding a seat in
the back. He sat beside her and she wriggled down on the bench until the top of
her head was nearly hidden.
“What
are you doing?” he laughed.
“She
could be looking for us.”
“Somehow
I doubt the music teacher is on the hunt for us. That’s probably above her pay
grade. Besides, we weren’t doing anything wrong.”
“If
we weren’t doing anything wrong, then why did you run?”
“Just
because you didn’t commit a crime doesn’t mean you should hang around to be
interrogated by the police.”
Ariahna
frowned at
her softly and then threading their fingers together. Their
joined hands dangled on either side of their lightly touching bodies.
“I
really want to kiss you right now.”
“What’s
stopping you?” she whispered.
Rome
leaned in, admiring her beautiful face as the distance between them grew
smaller and smaller. He wanted this, badly, but he also wanted it to be right.
He stopped a millimeter from her lips, so close the phantom sensation of touch
was tickling across his skin. This had to last, he thought. He had to make this moment last.
Ariahna
was standing so very still, waiting so patiently that her chest was aching. She
needed him to kiss her. It was all she’d been thinking about since the first moment they’d met. Rome pulled
away abruptly, and the air left her lungs in a shudder of
disappointment. But then, he was pressing his lips against her neck and sending
a spark of heat, a slow building fire, spreading through her.
Rome
was kissing over her silky skin, each gentle touch like a silent promise. They
were sharing secrets with their bodies, and his was telling her that he… he
loved her. The realization was enough to leave him terrified, shaking, and
desperate to express this overwhelming and unexpected affection. How was this
even possible? They’d just met, and yet he felt as if he’d been missing her all
his life – waiting for her to find him and make him feel this complete. A trail
of slow, passionate kisses was leading him to his ultimate goal – the perfect
curve of her lips. He traced her jawline with his mouth, and as he did, he
could feel her trembling against him.
Ariahna
felt like she was falling, tumbling down a bottomless well of desire. It felt
like he was the only solid thing she had to hold on to. Her fingers curled
tightly over the back of his hands as a soft sound passed over her lips. And
then he was pressing his mouth to hers, swallowing her hot breath and the
beginnings of a plea. He was warming her from the inside out, lighting some
long dead fire in her soul. His lips were soft, his jaw strong as it worked
against hers. She was losing herself.
Rome
leaned in close, their bodies melding together against the door. He went to
brush his tongue into her mouth as she parted her lips to let him in. They
kissed in wet, gentle strokes, exploring each other without hurry. He slipped
his hands away, letting them come to rest along the curve of her jaw. He felt
her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt a moment later, pulling him
even closer. They were already flush against one another, and yet it was as if
she knew that it still didn’t feel close enough.
The
soft sound of a piano started seeping through the door, and Aria was smiling as
it wrapped them up in its sweet, magical embrace. They were floating away with the notes dancing in the air, swept up in
feelings of elation. She’d never been this close to anything so radiant.
Kissing him was like soaring into the sun. She was burning alive right now, and
nothing had ever felt better.
Chapter 8
Rome
ripped open the folding glass door to one of the buses that had been left out
in the parking lot for the field trip.
“I
can’t believe we just ran!” Aria whispered.
“I
wasn’t sticking around for that. Did you see the look on her face? I didn’t
think anyone would actually be there.”
“Anyone
but us, you mean.” She hurried down the center aisle, quickly finding a seat in
the back. He sat beside her and she wriggled down on the bench until the top of
her head was nearly hidden.
“What
are you doing?” he laughed.
“She
could be looking for us.”
“Somehow
I doubt the music teacher is on the hunt for us. That’s probably above her pay
grade. Besides, we weren’t doing anything wrong.”
“If
we weren’t doing anything wrong, then why did you run?”
“Just
because you didn’t commit a crime doesn’t mean you should hang around to be
interrogated by the police.”
Ariahna
frowned at
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