His fingers skim down my neck once he has me reacting how he wants, and his hand comes to rest on my waist, his fingers moving gently over my sweatshirt so that I can just feel the tickle against my skin.
He lingers, kissing me senseless until I’m breathless, then he breaks it but doesn’t pull away.
I whimper, short breaths making my chest rise and fall, as he touches a kiss to my jaw, trails pecks out to my ear. My toes curl, and my stomach flutters when he finds my neck.
He sucks.
“Lex,” I gasp, trembling.
He pulls back, his half-lidded gaze finding my eyes in a lazy sort of way that makes me helpless. His palm draws off my waist so he can touch the tip of his finger to my mouth. “Yes, sugar?” The hopelessly seductive edge in his voice wraps around me, raising every hair on my arms.
I clutch his hand, and his gaze slides to our linked fingers before the gentlest, most pretentious smile overwhelms him.
He kisses me again, in the briefest way he can manage, thenhe returns to his seat and pulls his belt on. As the engine’s hum becomes the backdrop to my racing heart and torrential thoughts, Lex single-hands the wheel to flick one of my braids. Without looking at me while he checks behind us to pull out, he says, “Anytime you want, just ask. I’m happy to oblige.”
Anytime I want?
It fazes himthatlittle?
Before my head can run away with that thought long enough to make tears prick in my eyes, Lex’s hand falls against my thigh, open upward. I stare at it for a long moment, then the same ease that hit me when he kissed me the first time makes me lift my hand.
Our fingers twine together, something peaceful in the action, and the feeling that none of this is flippant or meaningless consumes me.
“How many have you graced with that right?” I ask, when I’ve finally found my voice again.
His thumb swipes up along my index finger. “Only you.”
If it’s you, only you, maybe I can be me, only me.
Alexander, for the first time I’m flying.
Lex
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Calypso likes me. Romantically.
Sitting with her hand wrapped in mine on her thigh while I take her home, I’m equal parts giddy and delusional. Unless I’ve completely gotten her wrong, she isn’t the kind of girl to just ask a guy she doesn’t have any feelings for to kiss her. She wanted it. Enough to play my teasing game and actuallybeg.
My heart clenches at the memory of her eyelids lowering and her eyes going dreamy when she looked at my lips.
Please.
I was playing. Messing around. I kissed her, suddenly, even if it was just a peck, and she began panic responding. So I flirted. Because I always flirt with her. I expected her to either get so flustered I could chuckle, pull away, and drive off, or her to fall back into our “normal.” Maybe flutter her lashes and tease me back, start going off about how I robbed her of her innocence. Either would have fit for us.
Instead, she not so subtly asked for more.
Calypsowouldn’tdo that just because it feels good to kiss.
My heart tremors, and I temper my breaths, forcing myself to remain calm.
Calypso likes me.
How did that get lost along the way? According to her, I’m perceptive as heck. Does she know I like her like that, too? Or am I just a bit too flirtatious for her to even guess it might only be for her? Even right now, am I just some jerk who likes kissing girls?
Even though I clarified at her request that I haven’t ever told anyone they canrequestkisses from me, I also told her I’ve kissed too many girls before now. And I have.
Anyone other than her is too many.
