Page 140 of The Breaking Pointe
She trails some fingers over my lips, running them to the back of my neck.“You got me,” she responds, playfully grinning.
Keeping her body pressed against mine, I shove my lips onto her upturned ones, capturing another passionate kiss, deepening our connection—leaving only the intoxicating warmth of her skin touching mine to take me over.
Breaking the kiss, I whisper, “I wanna get in bed,” hoping to urge her to move with me.
“Okay,” she mumbles, continuing the kiss.
With a gentle nudge, I guide her off the counter, her fingers diggingintomyshirtassheholdsontomewhilewemake
our way to the bedroom, all while still being buried deepin her pussy.Each step makes me slightly thrust into her, making her moan into my neck. The room around us fades into a soft blur as we do, becoming nonexistent once we burst through the bedroom door.Each step feels like electric, anticipation thrumming through me as I lead her to the cozy sanctuary where I know we can completely lose ourselves in each other’s essence.
As her back hits the bed, I land over top of her, trapping her beneath me, feeling her shrink around my shaft and tighten against me. As my hands explore her small curves, something washes over me.
It’s the same wave of fear I felt a long time ago with Hannah. My heart is now racing, Noelle’s laughter mingles with soft gasps as she continues getting acclimated to the feeling of me—narrowing the sound of our world down to just this moment in time. It’s overwhelming. It doesn’t feel like simple physicality, but something much more profound andmoving.Icanfeelitdowntomybones,thatwhat we have has now transcended the surface mechanics of intimacy, dating, and being together.More than her playing hard-to-get, and more than me melting into her games because I’m infatuated.
Her smile starts to fade as she watches me succumb to the swirling thoughts in my mind.“Cole, breathe,” she says.
Letting out a deep breath, I come back to the present, delving into her eyes with mine.
“What’s going on?” she asks, soft spoken. “You were all stirred up, a minute ago…” she continues, wandering a few fingers along my face.
Thesparkleinhereyevanishes,alongwiththeconfidence
she was exuding, draining into a more apprehensive visage. “Is it me…?” she asks, her voice slightly cracking.
My heart cracks further.
“No…whywouldyouthinkthat?”Iaskfaintly.
“You’re here…but your mind isn’t.I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this, and I know what I said was overwhelming for you…” she says, then continues under her breath, “but I hate that things feel different, lately…”
“It’s overwhelming.Just not for the reasons that you think.”I kiss her head, lingering there and closing my eyes as I brace myself, then pull away.“If you only knew how much I do love you, too,” I breathlessly continue, glossing a thumb over her cheekbone.“I should’ve said it, then— but you’ve been my blessing in disguise this entire time,” I murmur, earnestly, warped into the changing of green in her eyes. “I love you, Noelle.”
The weight of my confessions hangs heavily in the air, intensifying the energy between us. The thought of being so open is knowing that I’m baring more than just my body— but my soul.
I’msoreadyto.
“Can you show me?” She licks her lips, pressing her hand against my stomach, underneath my shirt. “How much you love me?”
Keeping silent, I bow my head in obedience, sealing my lips against the plump, cranberry colored ones in front of me, fishing my hand around to find hers and grabbing onto them when I do.
More than a fleeting encounter, our history is nothing shy of beautiful.
She’stheangelofmydreams.
* * *
My head swivels back and forth as I drive, listening to Noelle clunk around in her purse and pick different makeup tools to do herself up in the mirror. I glance at my phone, propped on the holder that is sticking to the windshield—waiting to see if Steven returns any of my seven calls. I know it’s exam time, but I asked him about Chicago days ago—to which he said yes, but now all I’m getting is the silent treatment.I probably could have done it in person, but I haven’t exactly been able to, due to my recent behavior. I finally have things under more control after Trey informed Dr. Lydia and she upped the dosage on my anxiety medication.The times when I take it has changed, too. I’ll be honest, after unloading all of the bullshit and talking to Noelle, I feel better than I have in an ungodly long time.It’s giving me goosebumps, though. I’llevenadmitthatit’sslightlypissingmeoff.But,Iknow I haven’t been as present with Steven as I should, and not hearing from him after losing his mother is alarming. With us leaving in the morning, it makes it more urgent. I can’t get on that plane without my baby brother. “We’re almost there, Cole. If he doesn’t call, you can say what you want in person.I know you don’t want to leave him, and I’m sure that your face will make it all better,” Noelle says, applying a red tinted product to her cheeks with a small applicator.
“I know you’re right.But why do I feel like he’ll still be angry?” I ask, more rhetorically than anything.
“Why don’t we just not think about it so hard, okay?” She turns and looks at me, laughing softly with her suggestion. “If you go berating your brains right now, it’ll never solve anything. You need to be gentle—with yourself, and him.”
“All I want is for him to level with me, Elle.If I’m an ass, hehatesme,andifI’mnice,hestillhatesme.Ican’twin.” I throw a hand up before turning the wheel.
She turns to continue prepping herself, now getting out a lip product.“Steven doesn’t hate you.He’s also going through a lot, and doesn’t know how to get through it.He needs comfort.You might not be his ideal first choice for that, but you’re his older brother, and that means something,” she says, rubbing her lips together.“If you can be patient with me, then you can be patient with him,” she adds, tossing the lip product in her bag and looking at me again. Glancing at her, I sigh like a child.
“He’s just a kid, Colton,” she reminds me.I rub my temples, nodding.
