Page 21 of Valentine Dare

“You people?” I asked as I moved to the side of the car.

“Rich. You think that the world owes you something because you have money, so this gives you the power to do whatever you want.”

I opened my backpack, which Brent gave me this morning. It had nothing but notepads and pens, because I had nothing.

“Look inside. What do you see? Nothing. I own nothing. So, I don’t know what your beef is about me being rich and uptight, but you’re the one acting like an ass not me. Like the way you were ready to fight Kurt. I mean, the guys a jerk, and you wanted to fight him. What… to show how macho you are?”

“No, to have him squealing on the floor, begging me to stop! He couldn’t hit back even if he wanted to.” He broke out in laughter, and so did I. The idea of seeing Kurt’s bloody face on the floor with his Gucci white shirt and chain wrapped around his neck just made it worth it.

“Screaming at you, ‘I’ll sue you for this. I’ll need plastic surgery.’”

“He needs plastic surgery now. I just don’t know what you see in him.”

I pointed, to correct him. “Saw in him. Not that it makes it any better. I never did see anything in him. He was my dad’s best friend’s son. I had to get along with him. It was expected, to unite our families.”

He motioned for me to walk in his direction, and I did that as we kept on talking.

“That sounds so old fashioned.” He paused as he took my backpack from me. Then moved back to the car and popped it in the back.

“I mean, I know some people do that shit, like royalty, but you guys aren’t exactly royalty.”

I agreed, “I know, but we acted like it, as you just pointed out a few seconds ago.”

He was embarrassed as he said nothing, and then he kept on walking after locking the car. I had put him in his place, whether he deserved it or not, but I wanted him to know, when he spoke about Kurt and my family, I wasn’t like them.

“So, I used to come here with dad to vent.”

“You’re a man of surprises.”

He stopped, waiting for me to continue. I hesitated, but then I decided seeing as we were being so honest with each other, I would tell him what was on my mind.

“You shocked me today. The way you handled Kurt.”

He nodded. “Whenever I see Kurt, I just want to punch his lights out. I know they say time heals and helps get over grief, but with me, it’s taking a lot longer.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Everyone’s different. Even if you and your brothers are triplets, it doesn’t mean that you’re supposed to all feel the same.”

He leaned down, and then up again, as if he was thinking twice about what he was going to do. I turned to face him, smiling and encouraging him as he became so close I could smell his woody scent, which was so strong that it tingled with my nose. My mind started to play with me as if it went automatically to prepare me for the kiss that I was longing for. His tall frame overpowered me as I felt the sun being totally blocked as he leaned over. I opened my eyes, wondering what was taking him so long. As I did, he pressed his lips against mine. I wanted to say something, but then I couldn’t think of anything as he moved away from me. It was as if he wanted to be sure of something, as he left me hanging, then took my hand, and the mood which was turning sensual was suddenly stolen from me. He dragged my hand and said, “You coming or what?”

Just like that, he’d changed the mood and starting smiling while being friendly again.

“You’re worse than Jekyll and Hyde.”

He shook his head, “No. I just don’t want to take advantage of you. I know that you’re vulnerable right now. It would be wrong for me to make a move on you.”

I stopped walking and crossed my arms.

“You really think I’m so innocent that I can’t make any decisions for myself?”

He shook, then nodded his head, but then repeated it again as if he couldn’t make up his mind, what he was thinking or feeling about the question.

I moved closer toward him and as I did, he took my hand and started to race to a rock. I couldn’t figure out what direction he was headed in. I’d done more running today than I’d done in a lifetime. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I could just about keep up with his feet. He wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. Great, I’d told him I wasn’t a flower, and now he was out to prove me wrong.

My whole body was so hot, as if it was on fire, as we came to a dramatic halt. I didn’t realize he had a bag on him, or rather it didn’t really occur to me, because I was too busy trying to be kissed by him one minute and the next, worrying about where we were going to.

As I tried to catch my breath, he moved close to me, then slid his tongue inside my mouth. It took me by surprise, the way he’d turned from being unsure to completely taking control as his hand moved to my back. I felt weak for a second. It was as if he was so hungry for me, something which I never felt with Kurt, the only boy I’d tongued before. He’d kiss me and then it would stop just as quick as it started for him to do what he always wanted to do. I became lost in the movement of his lips, the soft sounds that were escaping his mouth, letting me know he was enjoying it as much as I was, and this made me even more into it.

He moved away from me, leaving me hanging.

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