Page 84 of Playing with Fire

"Jaxon." She wraps her arms around my neck as I hold her while she is lifted into the air. "Put me down."

I moved until she found herself backed into a corner. "Why?" Her facial expression prompts me to ask questions which sparks my curiosity.

She gives me full attention before she clears her throat. "Just put me down," she orders again.

I have a strong desire to intensify the situation I acted on it. "And what if I don't?" By pressing her against the wall she found herself completely trapped.

"Jaxon."

Your body language suggests you don't want me to put you down. I point out her failure to resist my control. "Actions speak louder than words Em."

She looked like she was freezing up. Her face remained perfect still while her eyes remained fixed on mine without any change in expression or distance.

Oh, c'mon, she must do something.

She communicates her intentions when she trails her hand up my neck while drawing me nearer.

Not that we could be any closer.

Jaxon, this will be my final warning. Her lips

move continuously as she keeps talking. "Put. Me. Down."

I move my eyes upward to meet hers and I respond with a smirk. "You never learn, do you?"

"Learn what?" she breathes heavily.

Choosing bold actions requires accepting their outcomes. I scan her body to bring our current situation to her attention.

She whispers confidently that she's capable of handling the situation. I know I've succeeded because I can see you questioning whether you want to go through with them.

I laugh. I wasn't questioning anything. I could kiss her. She's allowing me to. But I choose not to. There's no questioning involved.

This moment feels extremely tense, yet my phone decides to ring at this exact time and thanks to the separate ringtone I know exactly who is calling.

It's comical. My phone decides to ring right now when I need it at least.

My desire to test that theory remains strong even though I whisper this while our lips dangerously approach each other. "I should take this."

She shows both disappointment and relief on her face when I gently place her on the ground. The door opened and someone bolted out faster than I had ever seen before.

She exits but I decide to answer the call and move toward the other way. "Hi, Mom."

I'm relieved that it's late now. The timing prevents people from asking about my appearance because if it were earlier I would receive these questions. It was hot and getting hotter.

I intensely disliked my present emotional state.

Screw that. I know I like it. I'm bothered that his actions or inactions alone trigger these emotions within me.

The situation feels unjust because I'm uncertain whether my influence on him matches his impact on me. I recognize his love for challenges while I do my best to combat the feelings, he stirs in me and avoid the terrible temptation to kiss him.

But it's getting harder to fight.

The entire experience remains unprocessed after twenty minutes. The fact that I'm horny intensifies the situation right now.

My freedom from scrutiny stems from the fact that a ten-minute bathroom break is typically only a concern for schoolchildren.

I try to forget what happened but cannot stop picturing the possible outcome if his phone had remained silent. Let's face it: I probably would've kissed him.

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