Forever more, we’ll be, and you’ll search no more…”
It was a silly song, but it was just for me. Remembering it this way, going back into the past, makes me feel things. Things I’ve tried to push to the back of my mind for a very long time. How the hell am I supposed to stay away from Nate in the way I promised myself I would when he’s here, being the boy I need him to be?
So close, so tempting.
I feel my lips purse, my body move, my heart flutter all over again, and I force myself to snap my eyes open. I can’t allow this to happen. I just can’t. I need to remember all the reasons why I should stay the hell away from Nate Romero—and there are lots of them, I know that.
So why can’t I remember a single damn one?
It seems like Nate is feeling the same way as I am, that the nostalgia has brought all of his feelings back to the surface too, because I can sense his body leaning in, coming closer to mine. Anxiety courses around in my stomach, and butterflies hammer against my chest. My whole body seems to shatter under the intense feelings I’m experiencing. The crazy chemistry is pulling me in, pushing any negativity aside, and I want him desperately. Any logic, any sense, it simply flies out the window, and I find myself completely unable to resist. His pull on me is too magnetic. It’s dangerous, I’m sure of it. I know it is, but I no longer care.
I move too, no longer bothering to pretend that I don’t want this to happen, and finally our lips connect and the overly familiar fireworks explode in my stomach in the same way that they always did before. This moment is perfect. It’s romantic, it’s sweet, and it’s passionate all at the same time. He claims me with his mouth, moving his lips in absolute harmony with mine, and I find myself filled with a warmth that hasn’t been there since we were last together.
He feels right. This feels right. We feel right together. It’s almost as if this is exactly where we need to be, as if all of this was supposed to happen. I don’t normally use words such as destiny and fate , but right now I really feel that. All I know for sure is that I never want this moment to end.
After a few seconds, I feel his arms snake around my waist and I move closer into him, losing myself in his touch, in his kiss. I didn’t realize how much I needed this until this exact moment. I’m not even allowing my fears of where this might lead enter my brain. I’m simply pushing them all aside and allowing my body to do the thinking for me.
Nate and me. Somehow it feels perfect.
8
Nate
T he fact that Jem is letting me kiss her again is the best feeling in the whole damn world. She feels amazing in my arms: soft, small, and very sweet. I’m trying not to get too excited about where this might lead—I don’t want to get carried away, to believe in a future that might not happen—but I can’t seem to stop myself. Optimism is flowing through me, washing any reality checks away.
Images of me and Jem really giving things a chance fill my mind, and my heart flutters in my chest. I see us as a happy couple, holding hands and kissing. I picture us falling madly and deeply in love, just the way we were always supposed to. I even begin to imagine the bigger picture, the real future…
“Well, well, well.” An icy voice interrupts my thoughts, sending a frozen sensation to pool in the pit of my stomach. “What do we have here?”
I’d recognize that voice anywhere, and to have it ruin a moment this perfect is so annoying that it’s actually physically painful. I don’t even need to pull back to see her face. Tonya. Of course. She’s been following me around like a lost puppy for days, trying to seduce me and generally driving me insane. I’m amazed that I actually managed to get away from her for as long as I did!
Jem has already jumped away from me as if she’s been electrocuted, and she’s sending Tonya a confused expression. I want to take her back into my arms,
It was a silly song, but it was just for me. Remembering it this way, going back into the past, makes me feel things. Things I’ve tried to push to the back of my mind for a very long time. How the hell am I supposed to stay away from Nate in the way I promised myself I would when he’s here, being the boy I need him to be?
So close, so tempting.
I feel my lips purse, my body move, my heart flutter all over again, and I force myself to snap my eyes open. I can’t allow this to happen. I just can’t. I need to remember all the reasons why I should stay the hell away from Nate Romero—and there are lots of them, I know that.
So why can’t I remember a single damn one?
It seems like Nate is feeling the same way as I am, that the nostalgia has brought all of his feelings back to the surface too, because I can sense his body leaning in, coming closer to mine. Anxiety courses around in my stomach, and butterflies hammer against my chest. My whole body seems to shatter under the intense feelings I’m experiencing. The crazy chemistry is pulling me in, pushing any negativity aside, and I want him desperately. Any logic, any sense, it simply flies out the window, and I find myself completely unable to resist. His pull on me is too magnetic. It’s dangerous, I’m sure of it. I know it is, but I no longer care.
I move too, no longer bothering to pretend that I don’t want this to happen, and finally our lips connect and the overly familiar fireworks explode in my stomach in the same way that they always did before. This moment is perfect. It’s romantic, it’s sweet, and it’s passionate all at the same time. He claims me with his mouth, moving his lips in absolute harmony with mine, and I find myself filled with a warmth that hasn’t been there since we were last together.
He feels right. This feels right. We feel right together. It’s almost as if this is exactly where we need to be, as if all of this was supposed to happen. I don’t normally use words such as destiny and fate , but right now I really feel that. All I know for sure is that I never want this moment to end.
After a few seconds, I feel his arms snake around my waist and I move closer into him, losing myself in his touch, in his kiss. I didn’t realize how much I needed this until this exact moment. I’m not even allowing my fears of where this might lead enter my brain. I’m simply pushing them all aside and allowing my body to do the thinking for me.
Nate and me. Somehow it feels perfect.
8
Nate
T he fact that Jem is letting me kiss her again is the best feeling in the whole damn world. She feels amazing in my arms: soft, small, and very sweet. I’m trying not to get too excited about where this might lead—I don’t want to get carried away, to believe in a future that might not happen—but I can’t seem to stop myself. Optimism is flowing through me, washing any reality checks away.
Images of me and Jem really giving things a chance fill my mind, and my heart flutters in my chest. I see us as a happy couple, holding hands and kissing. I picture us falling madly and deeply in love, just the way we were always supposed to. I even begin to imagine the bigger picture, the real future…
“Well, well, well.” An icy voice interrupts my thoughts, sending a frozen sensation to pool in the pit of my stomach. “What do we have here?”
I’d recognize that voice anywhere, and to have it ruin a moment this perfect is so annoying that it’s actually physically painful. I don’t even need to pull back to see her face. Tonya. Of course. She’s been following me around like a lost puppy for days, trying to seduce me and generally driving me insane. I’m amazed that I actually managed to get away from her for as long as I did!
Jem has already jumped away from me as if she’s been electrocuted, and she’s sending Tonya a confused expression. I want to take her back into my arms,
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