Through the Glass by Lisa J. Hobman

down his back and rested on his tight bottom… Felicity shook her head to dislodge the thoughts.
    “You okay?” Jim lowered his head so that he spoke directly in her ear, causing her to shudder. “You looked a bit like you’ve seen a ghost.” She snapped her eyes up to his and nodded fervently.
     
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    He smirked. He had actually caught her looking at him. He liked the fact that she’d been watching him and looking him up and down. He found her very, very attractive. Her long, wavy, blonde hair was just stunning. Her exposed shoulder and neck just begged for attention, but he wouldn’t be so bold. She had the curves of a goddess, too. In no way skinny, just as he liked. He wondered what it would feel like to have that luscious hair trailing over his face as she sat astride his torso… naked . He gulped his drink down hoping to quench the fire that had begun to blaze inside him.
    The band was taking a break and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak came over the PA system. He glanced over at Flick again, plucking up the courage he needed to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. “Oh sod it,” he muttered. “Flick…would you like to dance?” He gestured toward the space in the middle of the room that had become a makeshift dance floor.
    “Oh…okay?” She accepted almost as a question. She took his hand and he led her to the dance floor where other couples had begun to congregate. Jim slid his arms around her waist and pulled her a little closer. Her hands started out at his elbows as he gazed into her eyes. A shot of heat ran through him as she slowly moved her hands up his arms until her hands were clasped around his neck and she took the final step to align their bodies.
     
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    Jim lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, sending electric shocks down her spine, right to her core. Overcome by shyness, she rested her forehead on his chest.  Being this close to him felt so right, like she was meant to be in his arms. The closest she had come to this before was when she had kissed Adam St. John on the doorstep when his father had returned them home from the cinema. Her mother had caught them and been very upset.
    “ You most certainly do not kiss a boy on your first date and especially not when you are sixteen-years-old, Felicity! ” her mother had chastised. “ What kind of girl are you?! Think of the reputation you will have once he goes back to boarding school and tells his friends! ”
    “ Oh for goodness sake, Penny, leave the poor girl alone! ” Her father had done his best, as always to defend her.
    Jim sang along with the words of the song as he held Flick tight against him. She lifted her gaze to meet his. He smiled down at her. Their noses were almost touching. Her heart was pounding so much she was sure he could feel it too. As he looked directly into her eyes, he lowered his face toward her, paused as if waiting for her to pull away. When she didn’t, he gently brushed her lips with his. She inhaled sharply. His lips were soft against hers, and his stubble lightly scratched the edges of her mouth.
    Despite the fact they had only just met, she had wanted him to kiss her, but there was no way she would have made the first move. Now that he had, she gained the courage to reciprocate the kiss, and he seemed encouraged by this as his hand moved up her back until he reached her hair. Her body tingled and her heart rate increased further. He held her to him and kissed her deeper, his tongue flicking out tentatively. Her insides turned to jelly and her legs felt weak. Heat rushed to parts of her body she wouldn’t have expected from a simple kiss. But then again there was nothing simple about this kiss. She broke away from him and locked onto his gaze.
    His brow furrowed, a look of guilt washed over his gaze. “I’m sorry, Flick… I-I just got carried away.”
    She watched his expression cloud with regret. She didn’t want that at all. Keeping her hands around his neck and stroking her