“Amelia,” Evan interrupts.
“No, wait. Hear me out. I get it. You’re looking for the perfect moment to maybe sorta sweep me off my feet, and I’m all like, ‘boo love, woe is me’ while also wanting to kiss you. So I get it, confusing as hell, right?”
“Amelia.”
I’m completely ignoring him at this point and keep going. “So anyways, I got to thinking, and by that, I mean like a full ten seconds ago. And I came up with the conclusion that no matter how I spin it, I still want to kiss you, repercussions be damned!” I point an enthusiastic finger in the air.
“Amelia, let’s—”
“Like we’re consenting adults, no one’s the boss of us, right? We’re home alone and quite frankly we could be doing far worse damage, and no one would be the wiser. And it’s just one kiss—”
“Amelia, please stop talking,” Evan groans loudly.
I blink and forcefully shut my mouth while looking down in embarrassment.
“Amelia.” Evan lifts my chin with his index finger and thumb slowly, until our lips are almost touching. “I need you to stop talking so I can kiss you senseless.”
Before I can catch my breath, Evan’s lips meet mine and an electric shock pummels through my body. He inches back for a brief moment, breaking the kiss to meet my eyes, as if he felt it too. A wild expression on his face. I reach my hands around the back of his neck and pull him back down again and it’s as if a rubber band has snapped within us. The second time our lips touch is not gentle or measured. Evan kisses me like a man who has waited a decade to do so.
Because he has.
His hands roam to my waist and lower back, pressing me into him so there is no space left between our bodies. My hands venture up into his hair as our kiss deepens. I’ve never kissed like this before. As if we’re melting into each other. A soft moan escapes his throat and my legs almost give out from how light-headed I’m getting. But before my knees buckle, he leans down further and grabs the back of my thighs and in one effortless swoop has my legs crossed behind his waist, pinning me to the wall, never breaking our kiss.
I hang on to him like my life depends on it, our mouths fused together, never coming up for air.
Just as I come to terms with the fact that I will happily die from lack of oxygen, he breaks our kiss and leans his forehead on mine, panting. “Amelia.”
“Wait, don’t stop.” I pull him back in, these kisses much gentler, almost like caresses.
“Baby, we need to stop,” he says as he peppers soft kisses on my lips, cheek and neck.
“Why?” I ask breathlessly.
He grabs my ass with both hands and lowers me a few inches and I feel his—why. Hello there, we meet again, erection.
“Amelia, I need you to be a good girl and go to your room and close the door within the next ten seconds,” He says, his voice gone husky.
“Are we playing ‘daddy’ again Evan?” I ask with a chuckle and eyeroll.
Evan rests his forehead on the wall he’s holding me against and lets out a hearty laugh. “You’re gonna be the death of me woman, and I don’t even mind one bit,” he says as he slowly lowers my feet to the ground.
“That was one hell of a kiss, Evan,” I say as my heart tries to regulate itself to a normal beat.
“First kiss.” He corrects as he lays one more kiss on me. He turns me towards my door and gives me a gentle pat on my ass. “Now please go inside before I lose all resolve and turn into a cave man.”
I do as he says and head into my room. Before I close the door, I say one final goodnight. “Oh, Evan. I’m locking this door, so don’t get any ideas,” I tease.
Evan groans as he walks backwards towards his door. “Woman, we already regret this decision. Don’t make it harder for us.” His face distorts in pain as he points to the bulge in his pants. “Goodnight Amelia. My door won’t be locked. Just in case you’re afraid of the dark or something, of course.” He waves a sad little wave my way and we both close our doors at the same time. I hear athunkright after, and I’m pretty sure it’s Evan banging his head against his door. The visual in my head makes me chuckle as I touch my swollen lips.
Who am I right now? I don’t even recognize myself, and yet that makes me feel happy?
I really wish I could call my mom right now. I wish she could tell me I was being an idiot or to just go for it with Evan.
I often chat to my mom. Quiet conversational mumbles or questions shoot up to her, trying to guess how she would respond. Tonight, I find myself doing this.
“Ay, Mami. What have I gotten myself into?. What am I to do about Evan Cooper?” I giggle as I rub my face in my hands.
I kissed EvanFuckingCooper.
