Page 39 of Crazy Thing
He’d blinked cluelessly. “That it’s cold?”
“No, genius! The waterfall makes people fall in love.”
In the face of my meltdown, Darius just grinned, his honey brown eyes staring straight into mine. “I’m not scared to fall in love, Ziggy Beaumont.”
And then, before I could respond, he’d leaned in and he’d kissed me.
Darius had kissed me.
My very first kiss.
It was sweet and slow. Totally and completely magical.
I fell for him right then and there. To be honest, I’d probably fallen for him days before then, but his gentle lips on mine sealed the deal.
I was in love with Darius Brighton.
Later that night, I fell asleep dreaming of a future with him. Dreaming of the forest where we’d build a little cottage. Dreaming of the garden we’d grow together. Dreaming of nights we’d lay out under the stars, just me and him.
My dreams carried over to the very next day as I got dressed up in my favorite peasant skirt and eagerly skipped to town for the annual Soul of Summer Festival. I couldn’t wait to see Darius again. To hold his hand as we strolled through the fairgrounds. To check out all the vendors and snacks and live music. To maybe even steal another kiss.
But it took me hours to find Darius. And once I did, he ignored me. Fully and completely. He wouldn’t even look my way.
He ignored me all day, and at the very end of the night, I saw him dancing with one of the most popular girls from school.That girl was cheer captain and she even had her own YouTube channel.
My heart was crushed.
I ran home in tears and hid in my room for almost a week after that stupid festival. That night, I vowed into my damp pillowcase that I’d never speak to Darius Brighton again.
And for years, I never did.
All evening,I relive the story of how I came to hate Darius. Even hours later, when I’m tucked into my tiny couch-bed in my tiny bus in the woods, staring at all the stars through the window.
I still hate him to this day. Nothing is going to change that.
Not even the fact that he kissed me again. Not even the fact that I kissed him back.
I wish I could purge that damn memory from my head. But every time I close my eyes, I hear his voice again, the words he said to me right before he lowered his handsome face and put his heavenly lips on mine.
“…You’re beautiful, Ziggy…”
“…You are one of a kind…”
“…You just take my breath away every single time I see you…”
I know he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean one word of it.
Yet still, a throbbing heat builds between my legs. I slide a hand up under my tank top to cup my aching breasts, flicking my thumb over my pointed nipples in turn.
Fuck. I hate myself for getting hot and bothered over that man. Even still, I can’t stop the lust roaring through my body.
The forest around me is completely silent except for the quiet sounds of the cicadas and the frogs in the bushes. There’s no one here to judge me but myself.
No one will ever know, I whisper in my head.
For just one moment, I can allow myself to play along. To delve into the fantasy. My thoughts wander away and my imagination takes over from my rational mind.
I shut off my brain, toss my blanket aside and tear my panties down past my ankles. At the first swipe of my fingertips through my folds, I gasp. I’m…so…fucking…wet.
