I want him, this, us. I’m just not sure what happens next.
“This is new to me, but I like you too, Bry. I’ve never been interested in dating until I met you.” I take a deep breath. “I’m just scared of it.”
He squeezes my hands and looks into my eyes, his forehead still pressed against mine and our noses touching. “Scared of what?”
“This feeling. I’m feeling so many things that are new.” I take a deep breath before continuing. “I just don’t want to jump into anything. I want us to just let things happen. I don’t want us to change in a bad sense.”
A look of understanding crosses his face.
“Okay, so maybe we just let it be. We kissed and we liked it.” He smirks at me. “But I don’t want to pressure you. It’s the last thing I want.”
“I don’t know what I feel. Other than happy.” I chuckle and sniff as a tear escapes down my cheek.
“Don’t cry, beautiful. It might just break me.” He gives my hands one last squeeze before reaching his thumb up to wipe away the lone tear, and pulls me into a hug. “We can do this as slow as you want. Let’s just see how things go, okay?” he asks, and I nod into his neck.
“Um, Bry?”
“Yeah, beautiful?” He pulls back to look at me, concern in his eyes.
“Will you kiss me again, please?”
“Like now, or in the future?” he questions, uncertainty mixed with desire swirling in his eyes.
“Now, please. If that’s ok. If you want t—” I don’t get a chance to breathe before his lips are back on mine.
This kiss is harder and deeper. He wraps his arms around my back as I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I breathe him in as I climb into his lap, and he pulls away just enough to talk.
“Of course I want to,” he breathes out against my lips before pulling me back in.
I’m completely lost to these new feelings, and when I feel his tongue against my lips, I open up to him willingly.
I let out a small moan when our tongues meet. I can feel his tongue ring as the kiss deepens. He brings one hand to cup my face, deepening the kiss even more, while the other hand presses into my lower back, gently pushing my hips into his.
The feeling of our tongues dancing to their own beat has me dazed, and I let out another moan. I’m starting to feel a heat building in my core, and I instinctively rock my hips against him, feeling the hardness beneath me.
He’s hard for me.
He groans into my mouth before pulling away to look into my eyes. Our breathing is coming short and fast as we look at each other. I really don’t know what just happened, but I know I want to do it again, and again.
He’s the first one to speak since my brain is still a puddle on the floor. “Fuck, that was incredible. I would love to do that again, but I think I should probably go. Tonight, has been a lot for both of us. I don’t regret it though,” he explains.
Clearing my throat, I nod before climbing off his lap and back onto my bed. “You’re right.” I’m blushing like crazy right now. I know I am because I can feel the heat in my cheeks like you wouldn’t believe.
“I, um, didn’t mean to do all that.” I look down at his lap, and he chuckles.
“It’s okay. Really, I just think we need to, um, cool off a bit. I don’t want to scare you.” He looks bashful. “And I’m a bit uh, I’ve never exactly had that happen before. I mean, like when I’ve kissed someone else. I’m kind of a loner, so it hasn’t happened much. Obviously, it’s happened before, I am a guy. Ah fuck, I don’t mean I’ve kissed a lot of girls either. I promise I’m not a man whore or anything. Shit, I really need to stop talking now.” He blushes, and the look of embarrassment on his face melts away any awkwardness I feel, and for the first time, I think he’s absolutely adorable instead of just sexy as hell.
I like this side of him.
“It’s ok, I totally get it. Well, as much as I can, I guess. I’m not a guy so I don’t exactly know what that feels like.” I gesture to his obvious bulge before slapping my hands over my face. “Sorry.” I swear this blush may be permanent at the rate we’re going. “I am such a dork.” I let out a nervous laugh behind my hands, and he joins me.
“That makes two of us, beautiful. I’m gonna go. See you tomorrow?” he asks as he stands up and starts walking to the door.
I stand up to walk him out. I may be embarrassed but I’m not a dick.
“Definitely. Goodnight, Bry, and…thanks.” Seriously, Harleigh, stop blushing! You just made out with the guy and felt his dick. He heard you moan. It’s time to stop being so shy around him.
“You’re welcome.” He leans down to kiss my lips gently. “Night, beautiful,” he says, before opening the door and leaving me alone.
It takes locking the door and climbing back onto the bed before I realize that Orion is gone, and I have no idea when he left.
I resign myself to the fact that I won’t get anything else done tonight.
Getting ready for bed, I shut the lights off before crawling under the blankets to try and sleep past the nervous energy now coursing through me.
3
Harleigh
I barely slept last night.
I went from being high on the aftermath of our kiss, to drowning in anxiety over what today would bring. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make my brain shut the hell up, and I started to feel doubtful.
Would he regret it? Are things going to change? Will I lose him as a friend if he does regret it? What will our new normal be like?
Will this change the way people see us together?
