Page 143 of The First Time
Never wanted to write one before.
But I do right now.
Even though I might be bad for her.
Even though I might destroy her.
She runs her fingertips over my wrist. "Good dinner?"
Not the food. But her company— "Yeah."
"You were awfully pushy buying me all those acting classes."
"Don't go if you don't want to."
"I want to." She turns to her side, resting her weight on her elbow. Slowly, she runs her fingers over my chest, along the center of my button-up shirt. "For a performer, you were a pretty bad actor."
I let out a low, deep laugh. "You're almost as tactless as Violet."
She smiles. "I'm being honest with you because we're... what are we now?"
Never done this before. I'm not sure. "I still likemore."
"That girl asked if you were my boyfriend."
I've never wanted to be somebody's boyfriend, but I want it with her. I want more than that even. "We can make that happen."
Her eyes light up. "Yeah?"
"If this is serious, we need to tell everyone. I've hid shit from people for a long time. I can't do it again."
She nods. "Right." She presses her lips together. "I'll figure that out. Hopefully, soon. And then... then it will be officially official."
"Now?"
"It's unofficially official. We know it's real, serious." Her smile spreads over her cheeks. "My boyfriend, Kit Lockhart. I like the sound of that."
"So will every Dangerous Noise fan you ever meet."
"True. I'll have to skip the last name or something." She runs her fingertips along my chin. "Is Kit your real name or a nickname?"
"Christopher."
She laughs. "Christopher?"
"What's funny about that?"
"It's normal." She runs her fingers over my cheeks. "It doesn't suit you."
"Must be why I go by Kit." I reach up to press my palm against her cheek. "You taking the class?"
"Yeah." She lets out a low groan as she leans into my gesture. "You should take it too." She pries her lids apart to stare into my eyes. "Since you're such a bad actor."
I let out a deep chuckle. "I don't mind being a bad actor."
"It must be how stoic you are." She wraps her fingers against my wrist and pulls my hand to her mouth. One digit at a time, she plants a kiss on each of my fingertips. "You're not exactly expressive."
"You are."
