Page 51 of Supernova

His lips gently made their way back down to mine, his movement slow and deliberate—probably to torture me or force me to recognise that I had now asked for it. Wanted it.

And when they met mine, I kissed him back.

It started out slow and curious, like we were both wary of how fragile this precarious moment was. But once it was clear both of us were all in this time, it turned desperate.

I roughly pulled at his hoodie.

He entwined his fingers in the back of my hair. Grabbed at my waist.

Both of us trying to bring each other impossibly closer as our mouths fervently explored.

For a minuscule second he paused against my mouth, as if listening out for something. The second was short lived and he then proceeded to continue. But now I had picked up on what he had heard; distant chatter. Before I knew it, I heard the sound of the door to the gym sliding open and I abruptly pushed off him, breaking his hold on me as I quickly glanced at the door just in time to see people walking in. I looked back at him with startled eyes.

He let out a breathy chuckle that all but melted me.

I pulled myself together, straightening my clothes and fixing my ponytail that was surely not in a presentable state anymore, not after his fingers entangled themselves in it. He continued to watch me with a satisfied smirk on his face so I gave him a playful shove.

“Griff, stop looking at me like that.” I squinted a wannabe glare at him but couldn’t hide the giddiness I felt.

His response was another laugh. I bit my lip as I smiled at him and then looked back towards the door just as Kit, Billie and Carter walked in.

“We better go join them,” I suggested.

“Whatever you want, Supernova.” He continued to smirk down at me. I rolled my eyes and began walking towards our friends. When I twirled back towards him, I caught his gaze trailing back up to my face from where they were clearly checking out my ass. I smiled to myself but quickly pushed it away so I could attempt to be serious.

“This never happened, okay?” I don’t know why I said it, but I did. I think I was nervous about our friends finding out. Nervous about what happened—no matter how much I wanted it.

“What never happened?” His grin almost blinded me.

“Exactly.” I nodded at him before spinning back and heading in their direction.

It took all I had and more to try and act normal with the current influx of endorphins in my system. The rest of the day was full of secret glances, cheeky winks—from him of course—and me trying to avoid him as much as possible again. So really, nothing too out of the ordinary.

CHAPTER 29

For the next couple of weeks, we went out almost every night during the weekends, and every time Griffin and I basically only had eyes for each other. After that first time we went out together, we would usually just lock eyes as we danced with our friends, neither of us bothering to dance with anyone else but also not dancing explicitly together. But following that morning with the blindfold, things changed. It had been just over two weeks since that kiss and while our day to day life remained the same, it was an unspoken thing that if we were partnering up for anything, we were partnering up with each other. And the same rule applied for dancing.

After the kiss I had avoided him as much as I could for the rest of that day as I tried to gather myself and my thoughts. Although, he didn’t make it easy for me. Which was actually fine because all my thoughts went right back to him anyway. So by dinner, I had happily taken up my usual spot next to him, savouring the delicious looks he was giving me and the slight shift in our relationship. By the beaming smile he greeted me with that evening, it would have been crystal clear to our friends that something had changed between us. They weren’t stupid. Or blind.

The cliche of the lingering touches and stolen looks would probably make an outsider want to gag. Hell, it probably made Sienna want to gag most of all—or kill me. Either or. Our friends on the other hand were nothing but supportive of the weird, undefined thing between us.

As much as I wanted to keep the kiss with Griff a secret, I couldn’t resist telling them. And it didn’t take me long either. I think I cracked a few days later when we were having one of our famous girls' nights. I was pretty sure Griffin had told Carter the same day it had happened, based on the knowing looks and random chuckles he kept directing at me. So we clearly sucked at keeping secrets. Not that we had needed to. They had made it clear on numerous occasions that they supported us and that whatever happened, it wouldn’t alter the nature of our group. I didn’t miss the knowing looks they all shared, but not one of them questioned or judged us. They didn’t make us feel bad about our desires, or my crazy indecisiveness. They just had our backs, one-hundred percent.

Weirdly enough, although we had both confided in our closest companions, Griff and I hadn’t addressed it properly between ourselves yet. We were terrible at communicating—as well as keeping secrets. I still hadn’t told him that I wanted to take him up on his offer. Hadn’t made it clear that I wanted to give in to that carnal desire that had lodged itself between us. My brain kept revisiting the idea that I didn’t know what, if anything, would come of all this—the logical overthinker in me kept bringing it up. Would it be some fleeting fling? One passionate night? Or something more? I kept telling myself it didn’t matter. That one time would be enough. That would be all I needed. Because the intensely ardent side of me just wanted the guy.

They were warring with each other, the two sides of me. But I think I’d let the impassioned one win this time. The last time I’d listen to it, I ended up here. And that had been the best thing to happen to me.

The girls were surprised but definitely not shocked at the happenings of that morning, saying it was only a matter of time and that the chemistry between us was so obvious. Like I’d said, they were team Griffin all the way.

They were shocked, however, at the fact that it hadn’t happened again since. But even more so at the fact that he hadn’t tried his luck at anything further.

Considering what had occurred, things had been fairly normal between us since.

Yes, there was an underlying sensual disposition. More than the usual, if that was even possible. Yes, we seemed to be constantly together, and were on the precipice of escalating things. But even though we both knew we had a thing for one another—or better yet, everyone knew—we just didn’t act on it any further.

He hadn’t made another move on me. Or at least a direct one like the kiss.

I was waiting for him to do so, in which case I would likely jump on the opportunity. The lack of further physical effort on his part, and general sense of normalcy, elicited some confusion in me. It did cross my mind that maybe he thought it wasn’t worth pursuing things with me further. In fact, the thought took up an absurdly large amount of real estate in my mind. But I tried not to dwell on it and just take each moment as it came.

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