hands around his neck. Live wires again. He doesn’t move and I don’t open my eyes. “Do you feel it?” he says.
When I open my eyes he’s smoldering again. I say nothing but I let my eyes say yes for me. He smiles and picks up my chair with me in it. “The Laws of Attraction,” he says, as he effortlessly sticks me to the Spidey wall and I feel like I have to lean into the back of the chair. In this moment, we are not talking but it seems like our bodies are—like they are speaking on their own frequency.
“It’s called Chemical Affinity,” he says, his voice deep and controlled. “Attraction is something studied in science but completely unpredictable. You see, there is no real reason why one atom is drawn to another other than one is positively charged and the other negatively charged.”
“Yes,” I acknowledge. He doesn’t step back and I leave my hands entwined around his neck. My knees are pressing against his chest with my feet dangling.
“Sometimes an atom will come in proximity to another atom and there is just this huge explosion as they fly into on another. Marriages happen in the world of atoms for no other reason than certain molecules are attracted to others.”
My body gets warm and I start to tremble all over like there’s something unseen between us completely intangible but very real, very powerful, and as old as the beginning of time. My breathing increases its tempo, so does his. My heart is pounding to a new rhythm.
It’s been ten years since I’ve wanted this, but I want to kiss him so badly I begin to ache for him. That little rosebud deep in my stomach, deadened by years of neglect, is slowly rising causing growing pains.
I lean forward because I can’t help it—because we are two atoms drawn together, one positively charged and one negatively. He moves the chair to the peg below so that I’m forced to open my knees and reach up to his mouth. When we come together it’s like a force of fervor ignites between us as our teeth clash together momentarily.
I kiss him like I need him, because right now I do. He kisses me like he wants to crawl inside me, to be one with me. We’re all hands and mouths and tongues moving together in unison, making up for all the years of kisses that haven’t happened. I forgot what this felt like for real.
“Hmm—hmmm!” someone clears their throat loudly. I gasp, pulling away from him and then remember where we are. We are both out of breath.
“This kind of thing is not allowed here!” says the man who owns the place in an irritated tone. “Please, put the lady down and be on your way, Dillon.”
Dillon is staring into my eyes. Tahoe blues. “Just give us a moment, please,” he says, as he pulls my chair from the wall, never taking his eyes off mine, and sets me to the tilty floor.
He helps me up and it’s not just the gravity defying floor that has me unable to get my footing. I start to blush and hide myself under his arm. I can hear his heartbeat through his shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” Dillon says to the owner, looking away from me for the first time. I take a breath. I can’t look at the man. I feel like I just got sent to the Principal’s office.
“Please, just don’t come back,” he says, disgustedly.
Embarrassment starts to really settle in as we’re outside and Dillon’s proximity isn’t such a drug anymore. I walk with my head down and start twisting my fingers together in knots like how my stomach feels.
“Please, don’t do this, Sadie,” Dillon says, with pain visible on his beautiful face.
“Do what?”
“Turn this into something bad or wrong,” he says, as I shrug my shoulders, lean against his car and put my head down. He walks toward me until I see his TOMS right in front of my teal espadrilles. He puts his fingers under my chin and eases me up to his gaze. “That was beautiful, Sadie. It wasn’t wrong. Not for us. Don’t feel guilty, please.”
I wiggle free from his hand under my
When I open my eyes he’s smoldering again. I say nothing but I let my eyes say yes for me. He smiles and picks up my chair with me in it. “The Laws of Attraction,” he says, as he effortlessly sticks me to the Spidey wall and I feel like I have to lean into the back of the chair. In this moment, we are not talking but it seems like our bodies are—like they are speaking on their own frequency.
“It’s called Chemical Affinity,” he says, his voice deep and controlled. “Attraction is something studied in science but completely unpredictable. You see, there is no real reason why one atom is drawn to another other than one is positively charged and the other negatively charged.”
“Yes,” I acknowledge. He doesn’t step back and I leave my hands entwined around his neck. My knees are pressing against his chest with my feet dangling.
“Sometimes an atom will come in proximity to another atom and there is just this huge explosion as they fly into on another. Marriages happen in the world of atoms for no other reason than certain molecules are attracted to others.”
My body gets warm and I start to tremble all over like there’s something unseen between us completely intangible but very real, very powerful, and as old as the beginning of time. My breathing increases its tempo, so does his. My heart is pounding to a new rhythm.
It’s been ten years since I’ve wanted this, but I want to kiss him so badly I begin to ache for him. That little rosebud deep in my stomach, deadened by years of neglect, is slowly rising causing growing pains.
I lean forward because I can’t help it—because we are two atoms drawn together, one positively charged and one negatively. He moves the chair to the peg below so that I’m forced to open my knees and reach up to his mouth. When we come together it’s like a force of fervor ignites between us as our teeth clash together momentarily.
I kiss him like I need him, because right now I do. He kisses me like he wants to crawl inside me, to be one with me. We’re all hands and mouths and tongues moving together in unison, making up for all the years of kisses that haven’t happened. I forgot what this felt like for real.
“Hmm—hmmm!” someone clears their throat loudly. I gasp, pulling away from him and then remember where we are. We are both out of breath.
“This kind of thing is not allowed here!” says the man who owns the place in an irritated tone. “Please, put the lady down and be on your way, Dillon.”
Dillon is staring into my eyes. Tahoe blues. “Just give us a moment, please,” he says, as he pulls my chair from the wall, never taking his eyes off mine, and sets me to the tilty floor.
He helps me up and it’s not just the gravity defying floor that has me unable to get my footing. I start to blush and hide myself under his arm. I can hear his heartbeat through his shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” Dillon says to the owner, looking away from me for the first time. I take a breath. I can’t look at the man. I feel like I just got sent to the Principal’s office.
“Please, just don’t come back,” he says, disgustedly.
Embarrassment starts to really settle in as we’re outside and Dillon’s proximity isn’t such a drug anymore. I walk with my head down and start twisting my fingers together in knots like how my stomach feels.
“Please, don’t do this, Sadie,” Dillon says, with pain visible on his beautiful face.
“Do what?”
“Turn this into something bad or wrong,” he says, as I shrug my shoulders, lean against his car and put my head down. He walks toward me until I see his TOMS right in front of my teal espadrilles. He puts his fingers under my chin and eases me up to his gaze. “That was beautiful, Sadie. It wasn’t wrong. Not for us. Don’t feel guilty, please.”
I wiggle free from his hand under my
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