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A small gasp leaves her lips and I raise a hand up to her face and cup her cheek ever so gently.
“The second you came down the stairs, it was as if I couldn’t think about anything other than you. And you stayed on my mind all damn night. I wasn’t even having fun because all I wanted to do was go to you and be close to you but I didn’t because you wanted space.”
The tears that she was holding in earlier finally escape, but I catch them with my thumb before they are able to roll down her face.
“You’re still drunk. You don’t mean anything that you’re saying.” She shakes her head, making my hand fall as she takes a step away from me.
“I’m completely sober and I mean every single word.” I need to shut up before I do or say anything stupid, because right now it feels like I’m about to.
She continues to shake your head. “No, you don’t. There’s no way in hell that you were thinking about me all night or even be effected my skirt. There’s no way you ever thought about me like that, ever.”
“I can show you.” Shut up, Blake. Just shut up.
“How? How are going to show me?”
I don’t think, I don’t hesitate, I don’t stop. I close the distance between us, take her face between my hands and kiss her.
All thoughts about the night, about the fight, about the draft tomorrow all disappear the second that my lips meet hers.
For a second, I do think about pulling away, because I have no right to be kissing her, but then I feel her kissing me back and any thought of pulling away goes right out the window.
I let my tongue slide along her bottom lip, not expecting anything whatsoever, but my girl opens up for my and lets my tongue slide against hers.
For years, I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss this girl, how it would feel to have my tongue slide against hers. Now that I’m experiencing it, it feels like the best thing in the world. Kissing Sophia feels nothing like it has with any other girl. With her, it feels right.
After what feels like just a few seconds of kissing her, I start to feel like I may be overwhelming her, so I pull away slightly. My hands are still on her face and my mouth still inches away from hers. I just need to know if she is okay with what is happening or if she wants me to stop.
Her eyes are still closed as I rest my forehead against hers. Her breath is coming out in pants as it mixes with mine.
I want to keep going, but I need to know she’s okay.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her again. This time for the kiss.
Her eyes pop open. “Why are you apologizing?” she asks, her voice low and husky.
“I had no right to kiss you.” And I didn’t. She didn’t give me permission, I just pounced. It’s basically the same thing Miller was trying to do earlier.
“But I kissed you back.” She reaches up and gently touches her lips with her fingertips.
“Did you want to?” I ask, just to torture myself.
Her doe eyes look up at me. They are full of wonder and I want to get lost in them. I want to get lost in everything that this girl is.
She doesn’t say a single word for the longest time but then she nods her head and as soon as she does, it’s as if I can breathe again.
I give her a smile and move my hands away from her face, down to her waist.
“Do you want me to continue showing you that you do in fact affect me?” I ask her, bringing her body even closer than mine, as if I’m not already all over her.
Her eyes shine at the question, and the way her head nods yes, tells me that she is just as eager as I am.
My hands mold themselves to her waist, right before I lift her off her feet and walk us out of bathroom and across the hallway to her room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BLAKE
I’ve beenin her room more times than I can count.
