Page 105 of Sharkbait
“Maybe I did!”
His voice echoes throughout the apartment.
I sit and breathe for a moment to get my bearings.
“What is going on here?” I ask. “Are we fighting or something?”
“No. Why would we fight? We don’t mean anything to each other, right?” he mumbles, almost so low I can’t hear him.
But I do.
I hear him.
I take a leap of faith and say, “Of course you mean something to me.”
“Really?”
I move closer to him on the couch.
We’re sitting side by side.
So close.
“Yes. More than you know.”
“So… why should it be this hard to reach each other?” he whispers.
I don’t have an answer for that.
But I want to reach him.
So badly.
Without thought, I drop my head to rest on his shoulder.
He tilts his head to rest on top of mine.
I swear I can hear his heart pounding.
Or maybe it’s mine.
He wraps a warm, strong arm around me.
I let him.
Before I can think better of it, I reach a hand up to cup his stubbled jaw.
He responds immediately by lifting his head and turning to face me. I can’t bear to open my eyes to look at him, so I keep them closed, tilt my chin up in his direction, and thank God, his lips land on mine.
Our kiss is tentative at first, but things quickly pick up speed, and before I know it, we are a tangle of tongues and breath and touches. It feels like he’s drawing me closer to him with his every inhale and breathing life into me with his every exhale.
He unbuttons my shirt, slides it past my collarbone, and devours the place where my shoulder meets my neck.
I almost come right on the spot.
No one has ever kissed me like this.
I want more.
