me in front of your Marine friends,
and making horrible sexual passes at me.”
“So I came off the wrong way,” I shrugged. “I
know that I fucked up. You were only going to be a harmless little bit of
amusement, but then I ran into you immediately afterwards, and you seemed so…”
“So what? ”
She asked with feigned apathy, poorly disguising how she was clutching onto my
every word.
“So… wildly attractive,” I conceded. “Seeing
you there by yourself, outside of your banquet serving attire, as just a girl
trying to buy a drink… it compounded inside me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of
you. I had to get to know you.”
Clara scoffed. “So, you see me in my street
clothes, and suddenly everything changes? Real smooth, bucko.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I insisted. “Once
we were alone and back in our elements, we clicked. Sure, you pushed me away a
little, but I deserved that. And once we got to talking, I felt a spark grow.”
“A spark ?
You’re a real walking cliché, you know that?” She muttered, shaking her head.
Her hair falling forward didn’t hide the smile that I saw developing across
that beautiful little face of hers.
Testing the waters, I reached down and lifted
her chin. Instead of flinching or recoiling, her eyes went wild with fear,
gazing deeply into mine like a frightened animal… but Clara didn’t dare move
away.
“I know you feel something between us,” I whispered, stroking her cheek with the
backs of my knuckles. “I know it’s happening fast, and it doesn’t make sense to
either of us… but I know you do, because I can feel it too.”
Clara sucked in a small gasp of air, clearly
filled with conflict. “But it’s wrong,” she huskily replied. “And we only just
met. We can’t . You know we can’t…”
“We can ,”
I pushed her, staring deep into her eyes with every ounce of conviction I had. I just have to break down this barrier
between us. “We’re not related… our parents are only dating… time is on our
side. I just don’t want to kill this thing we feel before it starts.”
Clara’s face was growing flush; her chest was
visibly rising and falling with mounting intensity. “Maybe that’s for the
best,” she tried to concede, although I could see her grasp slipping.
“I don’t think so,” I nudged caringly, “and I
know you don’t really believe that, either.”
Her eyes slid open, half-rimmed by her heavy
eyelids. When she spoke, her silky voice was like honey to my ears. “Then, what
do you suggest?”
“You know what I suggest,” I replied calmly, tracing the shape of her cheek with my
thumb. “We take the plunge. We see where this goes. If it doesn’t work, then it
doesn’t work… but I can’t let it end without trying.”
When she nodded involuntarily, drawn into the
rising sexual tension between us, I knew that I had my moment.
I pulled Clara Campbell close.
My hungry lips met hers.
And for that heated, magical moment, all was right
with the world.
Chapter 6
Life grew far more complicated the second
that Dalton kissed me. It was so hard to look back on that instant as a
fleeting moment of weakness when it just felt so right.
While my senses heightened with pleasure, it
was as if a garden of butterflies released into my stomach. I felt blood rush
to my face while a tiny jolt of pleasure slipped down to my toes, filling my
body with warmth.
Is this what a kiss is really
supposed to feel like? I wondered to myself. This
isn’t like any kiss I’ve ever had before, not even with my ex-boyfriend…
The Marine pulled back slightly, his warm
lips still so achingly near. As his eyes briefly searched mine, I grasped onto
his shoulders and pulled him back into another passionate kiss.
This feels good, I thought to myself. This feels appropriate… it feels
and making horrible sexual passes at me.”
“So I came off the wrong way,” I shrugged. “I
know that I fucked up. You were only going to be a harmless little bit of
amusement, but then I ran into you immediately afterwards, and you seemed so…”
“So what? ”
She asked with feigned apathy, poorly disguising how she was clutching onto my
every word.
“So… wildly attractive,” I conceded. “Seeing
you there by yourself, outside of your banquet serving attire, as just a girl
trying to buy a drink… it compounded inside me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of
you. I had to get to know you.”
Clara scoffed. “So, you see me in my street
clothes, and suddenly everything changes? Real smooth, bucko.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I insisted. “Once
we were alone and back in our elements, we clicked. Sure, you pushed me away a
little, but I deserved that. And once we got to talking, I felt a spark grow.”
“A spark ?
You’re a real walking cliché, you know that?” She muttered, shaking her head.
Her hair falling forward didn’t hide the smile that I saw developing across
that beautiful little face of hers.
Testing the waters, I reached down and lifted
her chin. Instead of flinching or recoiling, her eyes went wild with fear,
gazing deeply into mine like a frightened animal… but Clara didn’t dare move
away.
“I know you feel something between us,” I whispered, stroking her cheek with the
backs of my knuckles. “I know it’s happening fast, and it doesn’t make sense to
either of us… but I know you do, because I can feel it too.”
Clara sucked in a small gasp of air, clearly
filled with conflict. “But it’s wrong,” she huskily replied. “And we only just
met. We can’t . You know we can’t…”
“We can ,”
I pushed her, staring deep into her eyes with every ounce of conviction I had. I just have to break down this barrier
between us. “We’re not related… our parents are only dating… time is on our
side. I just don’t want to kill this thing we feel before it starts.”
Clara’s face was growing flush; her chest was
visibly rising and falling with mounting intensity. “Maybe that’s for the
best,” she tried to concede, although I could see her grasp slipping.
“I don’t think so,” I nudged caringly, “and I
know you don’t really believe that, either.”
Her eyes slid open, half-rimmed by her heavy
eyelids. When she spoke, her silky voice was like honey to my ears. “Then, what
do you suggest?”
“You know what I suggest,” I replied calmly, tracing the shape of her cheek with my
thumb. “We take the plunge. We see where this goes. If it doesn’t work, then it
doesn’t work… but I can’t let it end without trying.”
When she nodded involuntarily, drawn into the
rising sexual tension between us, I knew that I had my moment.
I pulled Clara Campbell close.
My hungry lips met hers.
And for that heated, magical moment, all was right
with the world.
Chapter 6
Life grew far more complicated the second
that Dalton kissed me. It was so hard to look back on that instant as a
fleeting moment of weakness when it just felt so right.
While my senses heightened with pleasure, it
was as if a garden of butterflies released into my stomach. I felt blood rush
to my face while a tiny jolt of pleasure slipped down to my toes, filling my
body with warmth.
Is this what a kiss is really
supposed to feel like? I wondered to myself. This
isn’t like any kiss I’ve ever had before, not even with my ex-boyfriend…
The Marine pulled back slightly, his warm
lips still so achingly near. As his eyes briefly searched mine, I grasped onto
his shoulders and pulled him back into another passionate kiss.
This feels good, I thought to myself. This feels appropriate… it feels
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