Page 88 of Fake As Puck
He puts a hand over my mouth this time, hovering over me. “I told you not to talk like that.” He releases his hand and digs his finger into my ribs. My body jolts, and I scream, falling back onto the bed. “Someone’s ticklish,” he says while doing it again.
I squirm under him, laughing and shouting at him to stop. Suddenly his hands are caging me in on the bed and he’s crawled over me.
“Liv,” he says.
“Yes?”
“What will it take for you to think you’re good enough for me?” he asks as he leans down. His face is an inch away from mine as he says, “May I?”
I nod and then his lips are on my cheek. His breathe is warm, and my entire body comes alive. He tickles me until he reaches my ear.
“You’re good enough for me, Liv,” he whispers.
He presses a kiss to my ear, and my hands grab his lower back.
“What is it going to take?” he asks, kissing my neck. “For you to know.” He kisses my collarbone. “That I’ve been crazy about you.” He kisses the opposite side of my collarbone. Then the opposite side of my neck. He leans up to my ear and says, “For fucking years, Liv.” He kisses my cheek, and I can’t take it anymore.
I grab his face and look him in the eye. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
Our lips smash together, and it’s years of pent up energy released in a single kiss. He presses my legs wider with his hips, and when I feel the hardness of him, I inhale, pulling him closer.
We can’t stop kissing. His hands trail my body above my pajamas, and I know I’ll forever be in debt to these pajamas. I rub his back, feeling his back muscles under my palms. Our tongues dance for a few minutes, and then I need air before I pass out.
“I’m seeing stars,” I say, sitting up on my elbows.
He sits up quickly, breathless. “Are you okay?”
I nod as he stands up and grabs me a bottle of water.
“Thanks,” I say taking it. I drink a sip and offer him some.
He sits next to me and takes a sip. “That was intense.”
“Yeah,” I agree after a moment.
We both stare out of the sliding glass door at the night.
24
The silence stretches between us, broken only by the sound of waves outside the window and the occasional car in the parking lot below.
“I’m going to sleep,” she says, tucking herself under the blanket.
I take that as my cue to turn off the lamp and get into my own bed. Now we’re in the dark, and I’m staring at the fucking ceiling because that was the best kiss I’ve ever had. And I don’t know if she really wants to sleep or if it’s just awkward now.
I should let her sleep. I should respect that she said she’s going to sleep and pretend I can actually fall asleep with her six feet away from me, looking like that, after everything we just did to each other.
It’s not even ten minutes in, and I can’t help myself.
“What if this didn’t have to end? What if we just... kept going?”
She’s quiet for a moment, and then I hear the bed shift. “You want to keep going?”
“We can do it however you want. However it works for you.”
“That’s not fair for you. We need to talk about it and figure it out together.”
