stood there his finger across his pursed lips. I couldn’t
stop laughing. Next thing I knew he was lying on top of me. His
legs straddled mine and his hand cupped across my mouth.
“ Shhhhh. You don’t want
Cindy back up here, do you?” His eyes blazed wicked and I liked
it.
I shook my head; he was still covering
my mouth.
“ I’m going to let go, don’t
laugh.” He pulled his hand from my mouth. “Don’t laugh,” he
teased.
I didn’t know how I was going to keep
my feelings for him secret. He looks at me and I melt. How was I
going to keep that from Cindy? How was I ever going sit in another
room with him and not totally broadcast how I felt? How were we
supposed to act when people were around? Couldn’t I just stay in
this room with him forever? I could just live in his eyes all day;
breathe in his scent for the rest of my life. I loved that
idea.
“ Hello? Where are you?” He
rested his forehead on mine.
“ Right here, with you.” He
lowered his mouth to mine teasing me barely touching his lips to
mine. So, not fair . Then he kissed me and I didn’t care about the sounds we
made. He was on top of me and I wasn’t able to get up. I could feel
him wanting more than we had time for. He pulled his lips from mine
and trailed down my neck to my collarbone. I leaned my head back
and I wanted him to go further.
“ Aaahhh, I can’t—wait.
You’re so impossible to resist,” he sighed. “I gotta wait. I gotta
wait,” he chanted reminding himself of his self-imposed limits. I
guess they were my limits too. At the rate we were going, they were
going to be impossible to keep much longer. He crawled back off me.
I lay there for a minute to regroup the butterflies that decided to
fly south. Bring them back to the cage in my gut.
I had to get up; get ready
to go skiing. I had to leave Max all day so I can put long skinny
planks on my feet, sticks in my hands and slide down a hill covered
in cement hard freezing snow. It’s not like I had anything better
to do. I so did
not want to go. The only thing I looked forward to was trying to
find time and sneak away with Max.
I dragged myself off the bed and
rummaged through my bag. I found a pair of fashionably ripped up
jeans and a long sleeve scoop neck t-shirt. Perfect; today, it had
to be about the outfit I wore, not the functionality of
it.
“ I’m going to change and go
downstairs. I’ll keep Cindy busy while you find your way out,” I
told him, not because I wanted him to leave; I needed to remind
myself that I didn’t want Cindy to know anything about Max and
me.
“ Thanks.” He grabbed my
hand, pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.
“ You’re welcome. I’ll text
you when we get to the ski lodge.”
“ Bye.” He pecked me on the
lips. Good self-control. Not too long, lingering on the lips. I
left and glanced back for a split second while I shut the
door.
That was so hard. I took a deep breath
and tried to shake off the disappointment that crept into my mind.
I didn’t want to leave him, I didn’t want to ski, and I didn’t want
to hang with Cindy for the day knowing that Max was going to be
near but unobtainable.
“ There you are! How you
feeling?” Nick caught me coming down the stairs.
“ I’m fine. A little tired.
How about you? You were pretty wasted last night.” I twisted the
jeans I was carrying into a ball, adjusting them from one hand to
the other. I had to keep busy and look interested.
“ My head is throbbing, but
other than that, I’m up.” He rubbed his head, messing up his
hair.
“ I guess that’s the best
you can ask for. I’d better find Cindy, she’s already pissed that I
wasn’t up earlier. See you later.” I started down the
stairs.
“ Oh hey Wilson, don’t worry
about the thing with Max Goldstein.” He started back up the
stairs.
What? Wait, what the hell
was that? What did he mean, thing with Max. My heart dropped clear down to my toes. What does he know about us? I turned
back to
stop laughing. Next thing I knew he was lying on top of me. His
legs straddled mine and his hand cupped across my mouth.
“ Shhhhh. You don’t want
Cindy back up here, do you?” His eyes blazed wicked and I liked
it.
I shook my head; he was still covering
my mouth.
“ I’m going to let go, don’t
laugh.” He pulled his hand from my mouth. “Don’t laugh,” he
teased.
I didn’t know how I was going to keep
my feelings for him secret. He looks at me and I melt. How was I
going to keep that from Cindy? How was I ever going sit in another
room with him and not totally broadcast how I felt? How were we
supposed to act when people were around? Couldn’t I just stay in
this room with him forever? I could just live in his eyes all day;
breathe in his scent for the rest of my life. I loved that
idea.
“ Hello? Where are you?” He
rested his forehead on mine.
“ Right here, with you.” He
lowered his mouth to mine teasing me barely touching his lips to
mine. So, not fair . Then he kissed me and I didn’t care about the sounds we
made. He was on top of me and I wasn’t able to get up. I could feel
him wanting more than we had time for. He pulled his lips from mine
and trailed down my neck to my collarbone. I leaned my head back
and I wanted him to go further.
“ Aaahhh, I can’t—wait.
You’re so impossible to resist,” he sighed. “I gotta wait. I gotta
wait,” he chanted reminding himself of his self-imposed limits. I
guess they were my limits too. At the rate we were going, they were
going to be impossible to keep much longer. He crawled back off me.
I lay there for a minute to regroup the butterflies that decided to
fly south. Bring them back to the cage in my gut.
I had to get up; get ready
to go skiing. I had to leave Max all day so I can put long skinny
planks on my feet, sticks in my hands and slide down a hill covered
in cement hard freezing snow. It’s not like I had anything better
to do. I so did
not want to go. The only thing I looked forward to was trying to
find time and sneak away with Max.
I dragged myself off the bed and
rummaged through my bag. I found a pair of fashionably ripped up
jeans and a long sleeve scoop neck t-shirt. Perfect; today, it had
to be about the outfit I wore, not the functionality of
it.
“ I’m going to change and go
downstairs. I’ll keep Cindy busy while you find your way out,” I
told him, not because I wanted him to leave; I needed to remind
myself that I didn’t want Cindy to know anything about Max and
me.
“ Thanks.” He grabbed my
hand, pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.
“ You’re welcome. I’ll text
you when we get to the ski lodge.”
“ Bye.” He pecked me on the
lips. Good self-control. Not too long, lingering on the lips. I
left and glanced back for a split second while I shut the
door.
That was so hard. I took a deep breath
and tried to shake off the disappointment that crept into my mind.
I didn’t want to leave him, I didn’t want to ski, and I didn’t want
to hang with Cindy for the day knowing that Max was going to be
near but unobtainable.
“ There you are! How you
feeling?” Nick caught me coming down the stairs.
“ I’m fine. A little tired.
How about you? You were pretty wasted last night.” I twisted the
jeans I was carrying into a ball, adjusting them from one hand to
the other. I had to keep busy and look interested.
“ My head is throbbing, but
other than that, I’m up.” He rubbed his head, messing up his
hair.
“ I guess that’s the best
you can ask for. I’d better find Cindy, she’s already pissed that I
wasn’t up earlier. See you later.” I started down the
stairs.
“ Oh hey Wilson, don’t worry
about the thing with Max Goldstein.” He started back up the
stairs.
What? Wait, what the hell
was that? What did he mean, thing with Max. My heart dropped clear down to my toes. What does he know about us? I turned
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