plural, Holly.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
What the hell was he saying anyway? Oh, my line. "Saints don't move, though granting prayers sake."
That was awful. It was almost here - I was filled with with a perfect combination of terror and anticipation. I was amazed Colin was so calm and collected, did he not share my nervousness?
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take."
His lips move forward, and met mine. In spite of fully expecting it, I was still shocked by the act. Lips met lips - and they didn't part immediately.
The scene called for a quick peck. Colin, though, was taking it much further.
I found myself letting him. His tongue snuck in, and my own followed his greater experience. A hand in my hair, running through it, the other going down my back. Me? I was still ninety-nine percent paralyzed. My tongue was the only thing moving, my eyes wide, my body limp.
It lingered longer, and I can't say I disliked it. Every second that passed was like an eternity, an eternity I wish could truly be forever.
Someone was clearing their throat. The director.
Finally, we broke.
My breathing was heavy. That wasn't an acting kiss. Did Colin feel the same way about me that I did him?
"Thus from my lips," Colin said, out of breath. "By thine, my sin is purged."
I was lost in his eyes. The way he looked at me wasn't merely done for acting either.
My silence, though, provoked another clearing of throat.
"Oh, uh! Then have my lips, and, uh, the sin that they've taken."
Wrong, wrong, wrong. I expected to give the director an aneurysm at this rate.
It didn't matter, though, cause he was still near.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!"
The second kiss - it was just as passionate as the first. It confirmed my thoughts without doubt.
Colin loved me.
The revelation was filling me, making me kiss him back. As we embraced, we spun around one another.
I saw over Colin's shoulders.
I saw the reason why I was so afraid of our mutual affection, the damage it would cause to our lives.
Two guys, in the audience, sitting with shock on their face.
Joel and Alan. The kiss broke, and a great load of shame was dumped on my shoulders.
I couldn't have Colin. I couldn't have any of them.
**
I pulled myself out of bed. Thirty minutes and I'd have to meet up with all the boys.
All I could think about was that the time I had with them was running out. I couldn't afford to head to the same college as they had, my family being significantly less fortunate.
It was probably for the best. I started to get dressed, remembering that kiss with Colin.
We never talked about it. It was as if it didn't happen at all. It did though. It made me realize that I was surrounded by too much of a good thing. Many girls would kill for just one awesome, hot guy clamoring after them. Me? I had three.
I loved them back. Without question. Not like brothers, either, because that would have made it so much easier.
The sun burned my eyes as I looked out onto my driveway. So many things that I had to look at that reminded me of them.
Four months ago...
"Come on, Holly, take it to the hole," Joel taunted me. A local basketball game, me warming him up. "What's the matter, can't jump?"
His taunts only drove me further. I ran up tried to dunk it.
I remembered that I wasn't all that good at this basketball thing.
The ball just hit the ground and rolled away.
"I wasn't even blocking you. That'll all you got?"
"Fuck you, Joel." I grabbed the ball and started to dribble. It was all in good fun, but I was driven to make him eat his words. He started to play actual defense, but I was going to do it. Sure, he was ahead by like fifty points to nothing, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.
Driven, I faked him out, and rushed towards the basket. I had a clear straight away. I rushed to it, and put every muscle, every bit of my
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
What the hell was he saying anyway? Oh, my line. "Saints don't move, though granting prayers sake."
That was awful. It was almost here - I was filled with with a perfect combination of terror and anticipation. I was amazed Colin was so calm and collected, did he not share my nervousness?
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take."
His lips move forward, and met mine. In spite of fully expecting it, I was still shocked by the act. Lips met lips - and they didn't part immediately.
The scene called for a quick peck. Colin, though, was taking it much further.
I found myself letting him. His tongue snuck in, and my own followed his greater experience. A hand in my hair, running through it, the other going down my back. Me? I was still ninety-nine percent paralyzed. My tongue was the only thing moving, my eyes wide, my body limp.
It lingered longer, and I can't say I disliked it. Every second that passed was like an eternity, an eternity I wish could truly be forever.
Someone was clearing their throat. The director.
Finally, we broke.
My breathing was heavy. That wasn't an acting kiss. Did Colin feel the same way about me that I did him?
"Thus from my lips," Colin said, out of breath. "By thine, my sin is purged."
I was lost in his eyes. The way he looked at me wasn't merely done for acting either.
My silence, though, provoked another clearing of throat.
"Oh, uh! Then have my lips, and, uh, the sin that they've taken."
Wrong, wrong, wrong. I expected to give the director an aneurysm at this rate.
It didn't matter, though, cause he was still near.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!"
The second kiss - it was just as passionate as the first. It confirmed my thoughts without doubt.
Colin loved me.
The revelation was filling me, making me kiss him back. As we embraced, we spun around one another.
I saw over Colin's shoulders.
I saw the reason why I was so afraid of our mutual affection, the damage it would cause to our lives.
Two guys, in the audience, sitting with shock on their face.
Joel and Alan. The kiss broke, and a great load of shame was dumped on my shoulders.
I couldn't have Colin. I couldn't have any of them.
**
I pulled myself out of bed. Thirty minutes and I'd have to meet up with all the boys.
All I could think about was that the time I had with them was running out. I couldn't afford to head to the same college as they had, my family being significantly less fortunate.
It was probably for the best. I started to get dressed, remembering that kiss with Colin.
We never talked about it. It was as if it didn't happen at all. It did though. It made me realize that I was surrounded by too much of a good thing. Many girls would kill for just one awesome, hot guy clamoring after them. Me? I had three.
I loved them back. Without question. Not like brothers, either, because that would have made it so much easier.
The sun burned my eyes as I looked out onto my driveway. So many things that I had to look at that reminded me of them.
Four months ago...
"Come on, Holly, take it to the hole," Joel taunted me. A local basketball game, me warming him up. "What's the matter, can't jump?"
His taunts only drove me further. I ran up tried to dunk it.
I remembered that I wasn't all that good at this basketball thing.
The ball just hit the ground and rolled away.
"I wasn't even blocking you. That'll all you got?"
"Fuck you, Joel." I grabbed the ball and started to dribble. It was all in good fun, but I was driven to make him eat his words. He started to play actual defense, but I was going to do it. Sure, he was ahead by like fifty points to nothing, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.
Driven, I faked him out, and rushed towards the basket. I had a clear straight away. I rushed to it, and put every muscle, every bit of my
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