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“I thought I’d introduce you to one of my hobbies,” he stopped on the sidewalk, tilting his head up to let the sun’s rays hit his skin.
“Are you purposely being vague to irritate me? I can always leave,” I huffed, tossing my finger over my shoulder in the opposite direction.
“Oh, how I love your sassy mouth,” he smirked, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I love it even more when my mouth is on yours.”
“So poetic,” I droned. “It makes me want to rip off my panties.”
“Hey, whatever it takes,” he shrugged nonchalantly, unzipping the black bag at his waist. I peered closely to see what he was pulling out.
“A camera?” I questioned. “What are you doing with a camera?”
“Uh—isn’t that obvious?” He aimed it at my face and there was a clicking sound.
“Did you seriously just take my picture?”
“I seriously did,” he grinned boyishly.
“I’m s
o confused. What does a camera have to do with this date?” I asked, pushing my hair out of my eyes as a light wind ruffled it.
He held the camera up again, snapping another picture as he spoke. “I wanted to do something different for our date. Lunch or dinner, that’s too basic. Go-karts is for teenagers—besides they’re closed at this time of year,” he rambled as he continued to snap pictures of me. I resisted the urge to shield my face, letting him snap away. “I was about to give up hope when I was playing with Bartholomew—that’s my ferret, if you forgot—and I was struck by a genius thought. A photo shoot!” He grinned, clearly pleased with his so-called brilliant idea. I had to give him props, it was definitely a different date concept. “I would get to spend time with you, take your picture—you’re beautiful, so you make an excellent model—and we could just…hang out.” His expression was suddenly vulnerable, and I hated that I was the reason for it. My constant rejections had genuinely hurt his feelings—so why hadn’t he given up on me?
“It’s a great idea, Trenton,” I smiled—it was a small smile, but at least it was a real one.
“Are you sure?” He asked, holding his camera at his side. “All of a sudden it seems kind of silly,” he frowned.
He made like he was going to put his camera away and I stepped closer to him, reaching out and grabbing his arm to halt his movements. My hand tingled where it touched his skin. How could one person make my body feel so…shivery? Nobody else, and I did mean nobody, gave me those same feelings. “Don’t put it away,” I pleaded softly. “It really is a good idea. Way better than go-karts.”
Trent still seemed unsure of his idea. That was something I liked about Trenton. One minute he seemed like the most confident guy ever and the next he wasn’t afraid to show his insecurities.
“May I?” I asked, sliding my hand down his arm to grasp the camera.
He swallowed thickly, watching with surprised blue eyes as he relinquished the camera to me.
I took it from him, looking over the camera. It was rather fancy, beyond my basic knowledge of cameras, but I finally located the correct button. I started taking pictures and felt myself begin to loosen up now that I wasn’t the one under the scrutiny of the lens. “Smile, Trent,” I coaxed, “you should be the happiest guy alive, since you’re on a date with moi.”
He laughed, and I snapped a picture. I stared at the large screen where the photo flashed for a moment. I liked seeing him like that, so carefree and happy, and knowing the reason he was like that was because of me. “Rowan Sinclair, did you crack a joke?” He grinned, playing with his sunglasses as I continued to take his picture.
“I believe I did, Mr. Wentworth,” I smiled. This was actually pretty fun. Who would’ve thought?
He reached for the camera, but I wasn’t ready to give it up. I started to run away, but I didn’t make it far. Trent’s muscular arm shot out, catching me around my middle. He spun me around. I couldn’t help but giggle at the motion. I felt weightless and free. None of my indiscretions clung to me. I was nothing but a girl having fun with a guy. I hadn’t realized till this moment how much I’d craved normalcy—and Trent was the only person that could give me that. He always managed to reveal the real me—the one that was normally a stranger to even myself. He was pretty amazing that way.
He kept spinning me around until I found my back pinned against the stone wall of one of the many shops lining the old town walking mall. He slung the camera strap over his shoulder, staring into my eyes. My arms weaved behind his neck like they had a mind of their own. One of his hands ventured to my waist, grasping me just above the curve of my butt. My body arched against his. His other hand found the nape of my neck and slowly drew my face to his. He gave me plenty of time to pull away—his way of letting me know I was in control of this—when I didn’t pull away his lips slowly pressed against mine. I hadn’t realized it, but a part of me had been dying to kiss him—to really kiss him—without him surprising me or trying to prove something. This was all about us, and how we truly felt. His lips glided over mine like he’d done it a million times. I surrendered to the carnal feelings that always overwhelmed me when I was near Trenton. Our sexual chemistry was off the charts—I couldn’t deny it. Fire ignited in the pit of my belly as his kisses descended down my neck. My eyes were closed and breathy sighs escaped me. I had no thoughts for the fact that anyone could be watching us. When Trent kissed me, I couldn’t think about anything, I could only feel. I needed to let him kiss me more often. His lips claimed my mouth once more and my arms wrapped tighter around his neck.
“Row,” he gasped, the sound of my name leaving his lips stirred my insides.
“Just kiss me,” I took his face between my hands, pressing forward.
We were tangled together and I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. I let myself go and didn’t worry about anything else. For now, it was only Trent and I.
His lips parted from mine and he backed two steps away from me. His chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. He pulled at the ends of his hair and looked down at the ground. I suddenly felt very unsure of myself.
“Did I do something wrong?” I voiced my concerns. My lips tingled and my body was still humming from the kiss, but could it have been possible that he thought it was awful?
He shook his head back and forth, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “No, not at all.”
“Then why’d you stop?” I hated that my voice squeaked and I sounded like an insecure little girl. I needed him to answer my question though.
