Page 115 of Redeeming Heart

“I’ve never done this before so you have to take charge, Hills,” I whispered only for him to hear.

Trusting him that he would understand and not make a fool out of me.

His hand resting on my hip—skimmed up over my clothes and behind my head as he anchored his fingers in my hair, resting his thumb under my jaw.

He nodded his head at me. “I know,” He said softly and pulled me down to meet his lips.

Heat rose in my cheeks as he brushed my lips with a soft—almost delicate kiss before fusing our mouths.

Everything I’ve ever heard about kissing left my mind as I only could think of one word and that was magical.

The mere touch woke something up inside of me—taking control of my body and soul and making me want to lean towards it—igniting a flame in my soul that has never been there.

I didn’t even realize that I was clinging to him until we were called to pull apart, bringing us back down to reality and reminding us where we are. I was still seated on my knees in front of him, his hand resting in the crook of my neck and his eyes gazing deeply into mine.

I felt a shudder running up my spine when my conscience returned. I kissed the first boy who started meaning the world to me and somebody I saw as my friend.

I pulled away from him and looked at Ashley after composing myself.

“There,” I began pushing myself up.

“You happy now?” The shocked look in her eyes did nothing and I decided to leave the room. Having enough of this.

I pushed everyone out of my way and ignored the ones who called out to me.

I inhaled the first fresh breath of air when I got outside.

The cold air surrounding me brought back my senses but froze the feeling of having his lips on mine.

I had no idea where I was running off to because we were in a camp surrounded by trees and darkness.

“Sasha,”

I whirled around at the sound of Brandon’s breathless and paranoid voice.

The whole world was screaming at me to grab him at the back of his head and continue what we started in there, but my heart was running off in the opposite direction.

What if he didn’t feel anything that I am feeling right now?

“She did that on purpose!” I snapped roughly having no control of my emotions.

The only sound I could hear was that of my own heart pounding loudly in my ears—like the persistent heavy drumming of rain beating upon a windowpane.

His eyes were fuelled by panic and sorrow when I met his gaze.

He clenched his hands into tight fists as he grounded his jaw. “I know.” He noted.

“Why would she do this? What’s wrong with her?” I don’t understand why anyone would go out of their way to hurt someone. I haven’t done anything wrong to her or mistreated her.

He lowered his head and pushed his hand through his ruffled hair. “Because she knows,”

He didn’t make any sense right now.

“Know what?” I was growing impatient.

What can she possibly know about me to hold a grudge against me?

There was a different kind of emotion burning in his eyes when he raised his gaze to meet mine.

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