to look at it. Nathan leaned over to read it upside down.
North: I want to call it karma for not listening to me earlier when I said don’t go running after Silas. But after the night you’ve had, nightmares aren’t surprising.
“Sounds like he’s fine,” Nathan said. He took the phone from my hands and typed in something quickly. After he sent the message, he slid the phone into the pocket of his pants.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I told him I’ve got you watching a movie.” He smirked. “Didn’t tell him which one.” He paused, his blue eyes glinting with curiosity. “Unless you want something less scary than Halloween . Maybe Scream ?”
I tried to smother my smile. Nathan loved scary films and I didn’t have the heart to deny him being able to watch at least one on a day like today. He was right; a couple of hours before the others got here would finally give us enough time to finish it.
Homecoming was going to happen tonight, too. I couldn’t shake off that thought in the back of my mind. It was creeping around, just out of sight, looming and promising that something horrible could happen, even with the extra precautions the boys had taken. Like spider webs whispering across my skin, my attention was gently drawn toward clocks, thinking of the time, and wondering how I could possibly wait for tonight. Maybe a movie would help to pass the time.
I joined him in the living room, and we ate our breakfast sandwiches and drank coffee while sitting close together on the leather sofa. After I ate, he sat back and slipped an arm around my shoulders. He pulled me close enough that I could cushion my head with his shoulder. With the broadness of his arm wrapped around me, he warmed me through.
While I watched the movie, I kept thinking of Silas and North. I trusted Nathan, but not seeing them for myself in person made it hard to imagine they were fine. Silas, especially, had been at risk of getting arrested or worse. All I had was to believe Nathan was right, that Silas was probably sleeping right now and I’d see him later.
And then there was the way Nathan sat so close. It might have been really early, and it might have been a scary movie, but I was still fully aware of every movement he made. Part of it was wondering what Silas would think. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Blackbourne.
Halfway through the movie, Nathan reached over, hooking his arm under my knees and pulling my legs over his.
Just before the final credits, right when the heroine had finally thought she’d gotten away and the killer seemed to be finished, Nathan turned his head, and pressed his lips to my temple. I’d sensed when scary parts of the movie were going to happen, and often gazed down at the coffee table, at his sweat pants, or glanced around the living room to avoid watching them. Now that it was over, it hadn’t been so bad and he hadn’t seemed to notice when I looked away. I was happy for the different sort of distraction as he kissed my head.
I turned, meaning to smile and make a comment, but he leaned in and before I could say anything, his lips closed in on mine. He did it quickly, as most of his kisses usually started. They always left me breathless.
I was ready for him this time.
For the first kiss, I barely moved, waiting for him to show me. After that, as he swooped in to kiss again, I parted my lips, making ouch movements with my mouth.
The first time I did it, Nathan slowed down. It was enough of a pause that I started to slow, too. Was I doing it wrong? I was doing what Silas told me...
Then he moved quickly, and his hands cupped my head in his palms. His lips parted and he kissed deeper, opening his mouth.
His lips massaged mine as he kissed harder. I was breathless again, but after the initial movement, I kept going.
In an instant, the movie, the house, all of it was gone. It was simply Nathan and I on the couch, our lips, his scent, the touch of his palms on my face, holding me to him as if afraid
North: I want to call it karma for not listening to me earlier when I said don’t go running after Silas. But after the night you’ve had, nightmares aren’t surprising.
“Sounds like he’s fine,” Nathan said. He took the phone from my hands and typed in something quickly. After he sent the message, he slid the phone into the pocket of his pants.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I told him I’ve got you watching a movie.” He smirked. “Didn’t tell him which one.” He paused, his blue eyes glinting with curiosity. “Unless you want something less scary than Halloween . Maybe Scream ?”
I tried to smother my smile. Nathan loved scary films and I didn’t have the heart to deny him being able to watch at least one on a day like today. He was right; a couple of hours before the others got here would finally give us enough time to finish it.
Homecoming was going to happen tonight, too. I couldn’t shake off that thought in the back of my mind. It was creeping around, just out of sight, looming and promising that something horrible could happen, even with the extra precautions the boys had taken. Like spider webs whispering across my skin, my attention was gently drawn toward clocks, thinking of the time, and wondering how I could possibly wait for tonight. Maybe a movie would help to pass the time.
I joined him in the living room, and we ate our breakfast sandwiches and drank coffee while sitting close together on the leather sofa. After I ate, he sat back and slipped an arm around my shoulders. He pulled me close enough that I could cushion my head with his shoulder. With the broadness of his arm wrapped around me, he warmed me through.
While I watched the movie, I kept thinking of Silas and North. I trusted Nathan, but not seeing them for myself in person made it hard to imagine they were fine. Silas, especially, had been at risk of getting arrested or worse. All I had was to believe Nathan was right, that Silas was probably sleeping right now and I’d see him later.
And then there was the way Nathan sat so close. It might have been really early, and it might have been a scary movie, but I was still fully aware of every movement he made. Part of it was wondering what Silas would think. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Blackbourne.
Halfway through the movie, Nathan reached over, hooking his arm under my knees and pulling my legs over his.
Just before the final credits, right when the heroine had finally thought she’d gotten away and the killer seemed to be finished, Nathan turned his head, and pressed his lips to my temple. I’d sensed when scary parts of the movie were going to happen, and often gazed down at the coffee table, at his sweat pants, or glanced around the living room to avoid watching them. Now that it was over, it hadn’t been so bad and he hadn’t seemed to notice when I looked away. I was happy for the different sort of distraction as he kissed my head.
I turned, meaning to smile and make a comment, but he leaned in and before I could say anything, his lips closed in on mine. He did it quickly, as most of his kisses usually started. They always left me breathless.
I was ready for him this time.
For the first kiss, I barely moved, waiting for him to show me. After that, as he swooped in to kiss again, I parted my lips, making ouch movements with my mouth.
The first time I did it, Nathan slowed down. It was enough of a pause that I started to slow, too. Was I doing it wrong? I was doing what Silas told me...
Then he moved quickly, and his hands cupped my head in his palms. His lips parted and he kissed deeper, opening his mouth.
His lips massaged mine as he kissed harder. I was breathless again, but after the initial movement, I kept going.
In an instant, the movie, the house, all of it was gone. It was simply Nathan and I on the couch, our lips, his scent, the touch of his palms on my face, holding me to him as if afraid
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