Page 33 of Unspoken Words
Heat swept across my face. “You do realise we’re too young to get married, right?” I joked, blushing at what might be inside.
His brow crumpled. “We are? Oh well.” Connor turned around and went to leave the room.Wait! What?Where’s he going? Come back!
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” I protested. “Well, kinda. We’re definitely too young to get married, but …” I marched after him. “That’s my gift. Give it back.”
Bright, white teeth gleamed from his mouth as he spun to face me, the box held behind his back. I tried to reach around his shoulders to grab it, but he kept rotating his body until he held it high above his head, too high for me to reach.
“Connor, pleeeeeease.”
The smarty-pants just grinned.
“Grrrrr.” I stomped my foot and poked my fingers into his armpit.
“Oww.” He laughed. “Geez, you’re vicious.”
Connor instinctively dropped his arm, so I seized my opportunity and wrenched the box free of his hand before escaping to sit on the edge of my bed where I flipped the lid open.
Inside, was a silver book charm on a necklace. “It’s … beautiful.” I snapped my head in his direction. “And it matches my earrings.”
He nodded and sat down beside me. “It opens.”
“Really? Cool!”
Lifting the silver locket from the box, I gently pressed on the clasp. The front of the book sprung open and a tiny piece of paper fell onto my lap.
“Oh! A note!” I smiled and quickly unravelled it:
CB
??
EM
Squinting at the hand-drawn message, my eyes lifted to find Connor’s.
“Do you … wanna be my girlfriend?”
My cheeks flushed with warmth, and I just knew my face had turned red, the perfect complement to the curls resting on my shoulders. “Yes.” I nodded. “I’d really like that.”
He closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds then smiled and placed one hand on the mattress beside me and the other on my cheek. His touch was warm, hot even, and it heated my already searing body to boiling point. I felt like a kettle, ready to billow steam from my ears and nostrils.
Connor leaned forward, the bed dipping under his shifted weight, his nose brushing mine, our eyes locked tight.
I gasped.
He paused. “I’ve … I’ve never a kissed a girl before,” he said, his voice strained.
“Neither have I,” I whispered back. “I mean, a boy. I’ve never kissed a boy.”
Connor’s smile lit up his grey eyes and he pressed his lips to mine. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. My chest was heavy, my muscles tight.
Flexing his fingers against my face, I felt them tremble a little as his mouth opened wider. So I did the same, the tips of our tongues touching. It was so weird … and wet. A little gross but perfect all the same.Oh my God, I’m kissing. WE’RE kissing!
“Elliephant!” Chris hollered, the wrap of his knuckles connecting with my bedroom door. “Dinner’s ready.”
I shoved Connor in the chest, pushing him away so I could answer my brother. “O … OKAY,” I stuttered, shouting in response. “WE’LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE.”
Connor rubbed his chest. “Ow, that hurt.”
