strong enough to make you want to close your eyes and suck it in.
He runs a thumb over my wrist, right where I ended the blue flame. Before I have time to tell him he’s going to get ink all over him, his lips gently touch mine, almost asking me if it’s okay for them to be there.
It’s so short and so soft, I’m not even sure if it really happens, but something happens. I can’t even describe it really. Just that my stomach soars into my throat, and for that two second touch I forget everything. I forget about my grades. I forget about the blank test. I forget about Mom.
Jay exhales against my mouth and says, “Shit.”
“What?”
“I knew I was going to kiss you again.” His eyes flick to mine. “But I wanted to wait since I only get one per date.”
I’d forgotten I even said that. That lip-gloss smothered kiss was so awkward I think I just spouted the first thing that came to my head so we wouldn’t have another one. But my lips are makeup free this time, and if something so small could make something so big disappear from my head, I want more of it.
Dropping his hand, I rush to grab the back of his neck instead. It’s not smooth. It’s not slow. It’s not this perfect kiss that makes butterflies shoot out my brain. But I don’t give a freaking shit. It does the job. It shuts off everything and anything that isn’t Jay.
He feels stunned for a second, but soon his mouth gets into the same tempo as mine. And I don’t know about him, but I don’t plan on stopping.
***
I have no clue what Jay’s room looks like. I know there’s a bed. I know there’s a couch. I know he put the movie on, and it’s playing in the background, but I have no idea what’s happening.
My lips are sore. My chin is raw. I can’t seem to get a grip on my breathing. We’ve tossed our top layers, leaving me in a hand-me down cami from Sierra and him in a light undershirt. His muscles are rocks. I’m growing quite fond of his chiseled jaw. His breaths come out in sharp gasps in tune with mine. And I feel like now I get it. Why the kissing thing is a big deal. Because it’s hard not to think about anything else when you’re into it.
“Brea?” he pants against the top of my chest where his lips are.
A moan rips from my throat that was meant to sound something like, “Yeah?” but it comes out more like something you’d hear on a porn.
“Can we make this official?”
“Huh?”
His lips skitter to mine, and we make them sore for a few more seconds.
“You and me. I want to make it official.”
My brain is off, so my mouth pops open with a, “Sure” before I even have time to think if it’s what I really want. But he smiles and it sort of melts my limbs, so I don’t take it back.
Our mouths explore each other for a few more minutes, up until I think my face is emanating smoke.
“Jay, I need a break,” I breathe, and he pauses against my chin. His eyes open to mine and his pupils look so large they almost take over the blue.
“Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean…”
I kiss him to shut up his fumbling. “It’s not that. I want to kiss you, but my face sort of hurts.”
“Oh…Oh! Yeah, sorry.” He slides back, lifting his body off mine. His butt hits the mattress next to me, and I sit up and re-braid my hair.
We don’t say anything. It’s one of those awkward Jay silences, but at the moment, it doesn’t really bother me. Maybe that’s a good thing. We don’t talk. We kiss. That’s how we work, and after what we just spent all afternoon doing…I’m thinking it’s going to work really well.
“What time is it?” I ask once I’ve knotted the end of my hair together. The movie looks like it’s been over for a while.
“Uh…” He reaches over the mattress behind me to his phone on the nightstand. The front of his shirt drags up, and I catch those rocky stomach muscles I got to feel for the afternoon.
“About eight. You don’t need to get running, do you?”
I shake my
He runs a thumb over my wrist, right where I ended the blue flame. Before I have time to tell him he’s going to get ink all over him, his lips gently touch mine, almost asking me if it’s okay for them to be there.
It’s so short and so soft, I’m not even sure if it really happens, but something happens. I can’t even describe it really. Just that my stomach soars into my throat, and for that two second touch I forget everything. I forget about my grades. I forget about the blank test. I forget about Mom.
Jay exhales against my mouth and says, “Shit.”
“What?”
“I knew I was going to kiss you again.” His eyes flick to mine. “But I wanted to wait since I only get one per date.”
I’d forgotten I even said that. That lip-gloss smothered kiss was so awkward I think I just spouted the first thing that came to my head so we wouldn’t have another one. But my lips are makeup free this time, and if something so small could make something so big disappear from my head, I want more of it.
Dropping his hand, I rush to grab the back of his neck instead. It’s not smooth. It’s not slow. It’s not this perfect kiss that makes butterflies shoot out my brain. But I don’t give a freaking shit. It does the job. It shuts off everything and anything that isn’t Jay.
He feels stunned for a second, but soon his mouth gets into the same tempo as mine. And I don’t know about him, but I don’t plan on stopping.
***
I have no clue what Jay’s room looks like. I know there’s a bed. I know there’s a couch. I know he put the movie on, and it’s playing in the background, but I have no idea what’s happening.
My lips are sore. My chin is raw. I can’t seem to get a grip on my breathing. We’ve tossed our top layers, leaving me in a hand-me down cami from Sierra and him in a light undershirt. His muscles are rocks. I’m growing quite fond of his chiseled jaw. His breaths come out in sharp gasps in tune with mine. And I feel like now I get it. Why the kissing thing is a big deal. Because it’s hard not to think about anything else when you’re into it.
“Brea?” he pants against the top of my chest where his lips are.
A moan rips from my throat that was meant to sound something like, “Yeah?” but it comes out more like something you’d hear on a porn.
“Can we make this official?”
“Huh?”
His lips skitter to mine, and we make them sore for a few more seconds.
“You and me. I want to make it official.”
My brain is off, so my mouth pops open with a, “Sure” before I even have time to think if it’s what I really want. But he smiles and it sort of melts my limbs, so I don’t take it back.
Our mouths explore each other for a few more minutes, up until I think my face is emanating smoke.
“Jay, I need a break,” I breathe, and he pauses against my chin. His eyes open to mine and his pupils look so large they almost take over the blue.
“Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean…”
I kiss him to shut up his fumbling. “It’s not that. I want to kiss you, but my face sort of hurts.”
“Oh…Oh! Yeah, sorry.” He slides back, lifting his body off mine. His butt hits the mattress next to me, and I sit up and re-braid my hair.
We don’t say anything. It’s one of those awkward Jay silences, but at the moment, it doesn’t really bother me. Maybe that’s a good thing. We don’t talk. We kiss. That’s how we work, and after what we just spent all afternoon doing…I’m thinking it’s going to work really well.
“What time is it?” I ask once I’ve knotted the end of my hair together. The movie looks like it’s been over for a while.
“Uh…” He reaches over the mattress behind me to his phone on the nightstand. The front of his shirt drags up, and I catch those rocky stomach muscles I got to feel for the afternoon.
“About eight. You don’t need to get running, do you?”
I shake my
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