following Shane to his room in the basement
that I completely missed the first step.
I stumbled as I landed hard on the second step and for a
moment I thought that I was going to pitch forward into Shane’s back. I grabbed
a hold of the railing at the last second, wobbled and then stood perfectly
still. Shane continued down the stairs completely unaware of our near
collision. I sighed silently in relief and watched my feet as I continued down.
That was close, it had been difficult enough to keep my hands to myself when we
were in the kitchen. If I’d fallen on top of him, I wouldn’t have been
responsible for where my hands might have wandered to in all the confusion,
like those delicious abs of his.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I blinked at the sudden
brightness as Shane turned the overhead lights on. His space was neat and
organized, much like his appearance. Even when we were growing up Shane had
never been a messy teenager. The walls had been painted an off white and
featured several poster size black and white prints of landscapes. The light
grey carpet was plush and complemented the simpleness of his room.
There was an oversized sofa and recliner directly across
from the stairs in a slightly darker grey than the carpet facing the right
wall. Mounted to the wall was one of the largest TVs I had ever seen. Turning
to my left Shane’s bed took up most of the remaining space. It was neatly made
with a dark grey comforter that had two pillows encased in pale yellow cases
peaking out from underneath. Apparently Shane’s favorite color was grey and not
blue like I had believed growing up.
“I washed the sheets yesterday,” he said when he caught me
eyeing his bed. “Go ahead and make yourself at home.”
I yawned as I toed off my shoes by the stairs and made my
way over to his bed. “Thanks for letting me borrow your bed,” I said sitting
down on the edge.
“You’re welcome. You know you can get under the covers,” he
said with a grin, this time both dimples making an appearance.
“What?” I asked fighting back another yawn. “Oh, I know I
was just waiting for you to leave. Wait, I meant I didn’t want to be rude.”
Crap I was babbling.
Shane just laughed at me and walked back to the stairs. At
the foot of the stairs he turned back to me, “I’ll wake you up in time for the
party.”
I waited until I could no longer hear his footsteps on the
stairs before standing up and pulling back the covers. I crawled into his bed
and pulled up the covers. Mmm, they smelled like him. Falling asleep surrounded
by the scent of Shane was going to be difficult.
It must not have been too difficult because the next thing I
knew I was waking up in a warm cocoon of covers and masculine arms. I snuggled
deeper into the pillows, wait I went to sleep alone. Who was I cuddled up with?
I rolled over slowly in the arms wrapped around me. Looking
down at me was Shane. When the hell did Shane slip back into bed with me? And
why was he cuddling me? Did I really care about when or why? Shane was in bed,
with me!
My frantic thoughts cut off abruptly as he slowly leaned in
closer. Shane was going to kiss me. Don’t freak out! His warm lips
pressed gently against mine and all thoughts vanished. My hands drifted around
to caress his back, pulling him closer to me.
This close I could feel his muscles ripple as he shifted
against me. One hand dropped to my waist and the other slid around to cup the
back of my head, his fingers sliding through my hair. I moaned in delight as he
kneaded my hip and deepened the kiss.
“Are you okay with this Lex,” he asked pulling back
slightly.
Was I okay with this? Was he kidding? I’d been waiting for
this moment since 8th grade. Okay, so maybe I had only wanted to hold hands
back then, but this was a thousand times better than that.
“Lex?” Oh yea, he was waiting for an answer.
“Hey Lex, time
that I completely missed the first step.
I stumbled as I landed hard on the second step and for a
moment I thought that I was going to pitch forward into Shane’s back. I grabbed
a hold of the railing at the last second, wobbled and then stood perfectly
still. Shane continued down the stairs completely unaware of our near
collision. I sighed silently in relief and watched my feet as I continued down.
That was close, it had been difficult enough to keep my hands to myself when we
were in the kitchen. If I’d fallen on top of him, I wouldn’t have been
responsible for where my hands might have wandered to in all the confusion,
like those delicious abs of his.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I blinked at the sudden
brightness as Shane turned the overhead lights on. His space was neat and
organized, much like his appearance. Even when we were growing up Shane had
never been a messy teenager. The walls had been painted an off white and
featured several poster size black and white prints of landscapes. The light
grey carpet was plush and complemented the simpleness of his room.
There was an oversized sofa and recliner directly across
from the stairs in a slightly darker grey than the carpet facing the right
wall. Mounted to the wall was one of the largest TVs I had ever seen. Turning
to my left Shane’s bed took up most of the remaining space. It was neatly made
with a dark grey comforter that had two pillows encased in pale yellow cases
peaking out from underneath. Apparently Shane’s favorite color was grey and not
blue like I had believed growing up.
“I washed the sheets yesterday,” he said when he caught me
eyeing his bed. “Go ahead and make yourself at home.”
I yawned as I toed off my shoes by the stairs and made my
way over to his bed. “Thanks for letting me borrow your bed,” I said sitting
down on the edge.
“You’re welcome. You know you can get under the covers,” he
said with a grin, this time both dimples making an appearance.
“What?” I asked fighting back another yawn. “Oh, I know I
was just waiting for you to leave. Wait, I meant I didn’t want to be rude.”
Crap I was babbling.
Shane just laughed at me and walked back to the stairs. At
the foot of the stairs he turned back to me, “I’ll wake you up in time for the
party.”
I waited until I could no longer hear his footsteps on the
stairs before standing up and pulling back the covers. I crawled into his bed
and pulled up the covers. Mmm, they smelled like him. Falling asleep surrounded
by the scent of Shane was going to be difficult.
It must not have been too difficult because the next thing I
knew I was waking up in a warm cocoon of covers and masculine arms. I snuggled
deeper into the pillows, wait I went to sleep alone. Who was I cuddled up with?
I rolled over slowly in the arms wrapped around me. Looking
down at me was Shane. When the hell did Shane slip back into bed with me? And
why was he cuddling me? Did I really care about when or why? Shane was in bed,
with me!
My frantic thoughts cut off abruptly as he slowly leaned in
closer. Shane was going to kiss me. Don’t freak out! His warm lips
pressed gently against mine and all thoughts vanished. My hands drifted around
to caress his back, pulling him closer to me.
This close I could feel his muscles ripple as he shifted
against me. One hand dropped to my waist and the other slid around to cup the
back of my head, his fingers sliding through my hair. I moaned in delight as he
kneaded my hip and deepened the kiss.
“Are you okay with this Lex,” he asked pulling back
slightly.
Was I okay with this? Was he kidding? I’d been waiting for
this moment since 8th grade. Okay, so maybe I had only wanted to hold hands
back then, but this was a thousand times better than that.
“Lex?” Oh yea, he was waiting for an answer.
“Hey Lex, time
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