Page 69 of The First Time
"Took a shower." He runs a hand through his wet hair to prove it.
I want my hand in that hair. I want his hand on me. Fuck, I want him so badly I'm dizzy.
"You look like shit." His smile spreads over his cheeks as he moves closer. "I'm glad."
"Do I really?" So much for my makeup counteracting my dark circles.
"You want me to say you're pretty?"
"If that's what you think."
He gives me a long, slow once over. "You're a pretty girl." His dark eyes fix on mine. "A pretty girl who looks like shit." He half-smiles. "That's the best you're going to get."
"I'll take it."I'd prefer you taking me, but I realize it's not the best moment for it.
He moves closer. Close enough to touch me, hug me, kiss me.
He does none of those things.
He simply exists near me.
My body is buzzing. It wants his hands, his lips, his cock. I've never thought about another guy in those terms. I had boyfriends in high school, made out, but I was always too afraid of sex to actually consider it.
When I think about Kit... I want all of it. It feels new and exciting, not terrifying.
His eyes stay glued to mine, studying mine. His lips part but he doesn't speak.
I know enough about sex to read his body language. He's turned towards me. His shoulders are strong, proud. His hands are at his sides. It's like he's making a point of gluing them to his sides.
Like he's reminding himself not to touch me.
I rise to my tip toes to pull him into a hug. Ahello, nice to see you, my friendhug.
His arms wrap around me. His palms go flat against my back.
His body is hard.
His breath is warm on my neck.
He smells so fucking good.
It's impossible to convince myself I can be his friend when he's this close.
But what's my other option?
Being his friend is a lot better than being his nothing.
And Kitismy friend.
A good friend.
Kit breaks the hug. He brushes past me to grab his leather jacket off his coat rack. "You eat lunch?"
I shake my head.
He chuckles. "Too queasy?"
"It's not nice to enjoy other people's pain."
