the subject.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No, thanks.” He shook his head.
My anxiety level rose. Things weren’t going like I’d hoped. He kept glancing at the door as if he were trying to come up with an escape plan.
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked.
He turned toward me and furrowed his brow. “No. Why?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged nervously. “It’s just… You seem kind of agitated and I know sometimes my mouth says stuff before my brain really has the chance to process it and things kind of get all mushy and weird.”
“Mushy?” He smiled.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “You know. Like all mixed up and stuff.”
He chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Stepping closer, he swept his fingers across my cheek and tucked one of my curls behind my ear. The feel of his touch was like the shock from a defibrillator. It sent shivers down my spine and caused my heart to race. I held my breath, fearful that I would hyperventilate if I didn’t. Then he kissed me.
As our lips moved together, I could feel my temperature rise. I’d never felt that way with anyone. It was like my body had woken up. Strange sensations stirred within me. All my hang-ups disappeared as we clumsily stumbled toward the couch. Falling onto the sofa, I spread my legs around his waist. We kissed passionately as he moved against me. Normally, I would have put the brakes on the second his hand went up my shirt, but the idea didn’t even cross my mind. I didn’t want him to stop. He kissed my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and caressing my breast. Everywhere his lips touched tiny fires erupted under my skin. I couldn’t get enough.
I had no idea what I was doing when I reached for his belt. Fumbling with the buckle impatiently, I got it undone just as we heard voices on the porch. Devon scrambled to his feet and refastened his belt before he walked over to the mantle. I stood and buttoned my shirt as quickly as I could. To my relief, when the door opened, Chris and Becky walked inside. I thought I was off the hook until Chris saw Devon. He looked back and forth between the two of us with growing animosity.
“What’s going on?” Chris demanded.
“Nothing,” I lied, suddenly wishing it had been my mom instead of Chris. At least my mom wouldn’t hit Devon. Chris already had his right hand clenched in a fist.
“What’s he doing here?” Chris pointed his thumb toward Devon forcefully.
“He’s helping me with my homework.”
Chris looked at my bag on the floor. “Kind of hard to do without your books.”
“We haven’t started yet.”
“I can see that. What the hell have you two been doing?”
“I should go,” Devon said cautiously.
“That’s a great idea,” Chris growled.
Devon grabbed his jacket off the back of the armchair and started toward the open door. When I took a step to follow, Chris shot me a warning glare. “You stay, he goes.”
“Bite me, Chris,” I retorted.
“It’s okay,” Devon said as he slid his jacket on. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wouldn’t count on it,” Chris snapped, barely allowing Devon to clear the door before he slammed it.
“You don’t have to be a jerk, Chris.” I protested.
Chris whirled around and I wished I’d kept my mouth shut. He looked like he was about to tear my head off. “What are you doing with that guy, Tori? And before you lie to me, you might want to try buttoning your shirt.”
I glanced down and realized that in my haste I had missed a few buttons. “It’s not what you think.” I fixed my shirt.
“I’m sure it’s exactly what I think.”
“Ok. So, maybe it is, but that doesn’t make it your business.”
“She’s right, Chris,” Becky said.
Chris turned toward her. “Don’t tell me you’re on her side.”
Becky shrugged. “She could do worse. Devon’s not that bad of a guy.”
“Are you kidding me? I don’t want that asshole
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No, thanks.” He shook his head.
My anxiety level rose. Things weren’t going like I’d hoped. He kept glancing at the door as if he were trying to come up with an escape plan.
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked.
He turned toward me and furrowed his brow. “No. Why?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged nervously. “It’s just… You seem kind of agitated and I know sometimes my mouth says stuff before my brain really has the chance to process it and things kind of get all mushy and weird.”
“Mushy?” He smiled.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “You know. Like all mixed up and stuff.”
He chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Stepping closer, he swept his fingers across my cheek and tucked one of my curls behind my ear. The feel of his touch was like the shock from a defibrillator. It sent shivers down my spine and caused my heart to race. I held my breath, fearful that I would hyperventilate if I didn’t. Then he kissed me.
As our lips moved together, I could feel my temperature rise. I’d never felt that way with anyone. It was like my body had woken up. Strange sensations stirred within me. All my hang-ups disappeared as we clumsily stumbled toward the couch. Falling onto the sofa, I spread my legs around his waist. We kissed passionately as he moved against me. Normally, I would have put the brakes on the second his hand went up my shirt, but the idea didn’t even cross my mind. I didn’t want him to stop. He kissed my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and caressing my breast. Everywhere his lips touched tiny fires erupted under my skin. I couldn’t get enough.
I had no idea what I was doing when I reached for his belt. Fumbling with the buckle impatiently, I got it undone just as we heard voices on the porch. Devon scrambled to his feet and refastened his belt before he walked over to the mantle. I stood and buttoned my shirt as quickly as I could. To my relief, when the door opened, Chris and Becky walked inside. I thought I was off the hook until Chris saw Devon. He looked back and forth between the two of us with growing animosity.
“What’s going on?” Chris demanded.
“Nothing,” I lied, suddenly wishing it had been my mom instead of Chris. At least my mom wouldn’t hit Devon. Chris already had his right hand clenched in a fist.
“What’s he doing here?” Chris pointed his thumb toward Devon forcefully.
“He’s helping me with my homework.”
Chris looked at my bag on the floor. “Kind of hard to do without your books.”
“We haven’t started yet.”
“I can see that. What the hell have you two been doing?”
“I should go,” Devon said cautiously.
“That’s a great idea,” Chris growled.
Devon grabbed his jacket off the back of the armchair and started toward the open door. When I took a step to follow, Chris shot me a warning glare. “You stay, he goes.”
“Bite me, Chris,” I retorted.
“It’s okay,” Devon said as he slid his jacket on. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wouldn’t count on it,” Chris snapped, barely allowing Devon to clear the door before he slammed it.
“You don’t have to be a jerk, Chris.” I protested.
Chris whirled around and I wished I’d kept my mouth shut. He looked like he was about to tear my head off. “What are you doing with that guy, Tori? And before you lie to me, you might want to try buttoning your shirt.”
I glanced down and realized that in my haste I had missed a few buttons. “It’s not what you think.” I fixed my shirt.
“I’m sure it’s exactly what I think.”
“Ok. So, maybe it is, but that doesn’t make it your business.”
“She’s right, Chris,” Becky said.
Chris turned toward her. “Don’t tell me you’re on her side.”
Becky shrugged. “She could do worse. Devon’s not that bad of a guy.”
“Are you kidding me? I don’t want that asshole
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