I still haven’t recovered from last night. God, that kiss. Oh… and there’s more. But I have to go to Chem soon. I have no idea how I’m going to sit beside Ethan and behave for a whole class. I guess I’m going to find out… but first…
Last night… after he kissed me… God, I never thought I’d be writing those words. ‘After he kissed me…’ Anyway… after he kissed me (I wrote that three times… I’ve lost my mind), I was speechless… which is unusual for me. I was afraid I was imagining the whole thing. I couldn’t speak. But he could… and he wanted to know what I was thinking. ‘Please say something.’ When I finally did, I said the first thing that popped into my head. Well, maybe the second. ‘The melting point of…’ He stopped me by letting out a (sexy) little laugh and mumbling my name. ‘Say something else…’
I was having a little trouble catching my breath, but I did say something else. ‘I think you should do that again.’ He really loves to tease me. I know because his next words were, ‘Do what again?’ I didn’t bother answering. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him. After that I was just… weak. I thought I might collapse… so it was perfect when he slowly backed my up toward my bed. I sat and took his hand. He sat beside me.
Again he asked if I was alright… but this time it had nothing to do with my Hannah rampage. I smiled when I answered him. ‘Yeah… I’m good.’ He smiled, too, and totally played with me. ‘Just good?’ I said no… not just good. But I really didn’t have to answer at all… because I leaned back into my pillows and brought him with me.
He was on top of me… like at the library… only this time the kissing happened. A lot of kissing happened. And I had to tell him… ‘I wanted you to kiss me at the library.’ And he totally came clean… ‘I wanted to… I almost did.’ Damn! I should have kissed him! Of course, then I’d probably be failing Chemistry. Anyway… of course, I also confessed. ‘I almost did, too.’ That made him smile. And kiss me… and kiss my neck… and cautiously sneak his hand under my shirt.
But as much as I wanted to rip his clothes off, I also didn’t want to.
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