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She squints at me. “Okay, sure. Did that really require the whole stealthy deserted hallway things? You’re acting like you’re about to do something illegal,” she laughs at me nervously like she thinks I’m losing my mind.
To be fair, I might be. I’m trying to think of a valid reason, but god, she looks so beautiful looking at me with those big brown eyes that match her long, wavy hair.
I can’t stop myself.
Before I lose my nerve, I whisper, “No, but this did.” And then I lean down and press my lips to hers.
Her lips are soft, just like I remembered from our all-too-brief kiss in 7thgrade. She makes a little moan and leans into me, kissing me back thoroughly. I get hard again instantly. That moan is, hands down, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I kiss her deeper, holding her as close to me as possible. My tongue snakes out to slide along the seam of her lips. They open for me on a gasp, and I groan a little, kissing her harder, our tongues dancing with each other as if they were always made to do this.
I’ve never wanted anyone this bad before. I don’t ever want this kiss to stop.
I hear the bell ring loudly and Paige reluctantly pulls away. Her eyes are wide, but then a smile breaks across her gorgeous face, and I can’t help matching it with a big smile of my own.
“Pick me up after you get out of football practice. See you tonight.” Paige gets on her tiptoes and kisses me briefly – too briefly – on the lips again before she rushes to her next class.
I lean against the wall and take a deep breath. I’m going to be late for class, and I couldn’t care less.
I just kissed Paige.
And she kissed me back.
I’ve kissed a girl before – Jenny Blake at a football party my freshman year - but it was never like that. Even the brief kiss I gave Paige in 7th grade just to see what it was like doesn’t compare to what just happened. All I can think about is how badly I want to kiss her again. I turn and walk down the hall towards my next class, not even bothering to hide the smile that seems glued to my face.
Three
I’m sitting in my room, fidgeting with my backpack strap, waiting for Jack to pick me up. He should be here any minute, but all I can think about is that kiss in the hallway at school.
I’ve only ever really kissed one other boy before – Brody Kemper, who kissed like a fish (it was disgusting…and sloppy). I’ve always secretly wondered what it would be like to kiss Jack again, and now that I know, I don’t want to stop. The kiss in the hallway today was nothing like our kiss in 7th grade.
I also can’t stop thinking about what this means for our friendship. Is it too much to hope that Jack wants me to be his girlfriend? He hasn’t had any serious girlfriends in the past – thank god, since I’m positive now that I wouldn’t be able to hide my jealousy – but I know he’s kissed other girls before, or at least one other girl. He told me about Jenny Blake after that football party last year. I was relieved when he confessed that it was pretty bad. Laughing to myself, I remember him telling me how scared he was she was going to suck his face off.
I guess I always thought that Jack and I would end up together or I hoped at least. It almost feels too good to be true now that it looks like we’re actually heading that way. There’s nothing I want more, but I’ll be devastated if he doesn’t see this as long term. I want to be his girlfriend, more than I’ve ever admitted to myself in the past.
The doorbell rings, and I jump up and head downstairs. My dad answers and greets Jack with his usual warm smile. My dad loves Jack. I think he’d be thrilled if we got together. Jack is like the athletic son that my dad never had. Both my brothers are insanely nerdy – Trevor is in robotics and wants to be a mechanical engineer when he gets older, and Connor is a hardcore gamer.
Jack gives my dad a firm handshake and a smile before he catches sight of me. I watch his eyes light up and his smile grow as he takes me in. I smile back and feel the blush spreading across my cheeks.
Damn it. Why must I have fair skin? It makes my blush so much more noticeable. It’s like all my feelings are on display, but Jack doesn’t seem to mind. His smile stays glued to his face.
I turn to give my dad a hug goodbye and notice his eyes darting between the two of us. Uh oh. I think he’s catching on that something’s different. If he does, he doesn’t say. He leans in and hugs me tightly.
“Take care of my baby girl and have her back before her ten o’clock curfew,” he says to Jack.
“Yes, sir.”
I close the door behind us, and Jack opens the car door for me (again, eek!). When he gets into the car, he turns to me. “You look beautiful, Paige.”
My blush deepens, but I can’t help smiling at him. “You, too.”
Wait. What?
I did not actually just say that to Jack! I did not just imply that I thought he was beautiful! Crap!
“Um, actually…you know… I meant handsome. You look handsome. Not beautiful. Guys aren’t beautiful. That would be weird.” I’m rambling. Double crap!
I’ve never been nervous with Jack before, and now I sound like a complete moron. Fan-fucking-tastic, Paige. Nice one.
He laughs and leans over the middle console. His lips meet mine and all my panic disappears. It’s like the entire world stops spinning while his lips are pressed gently against mine. Having him this close to me is dangerous. It makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
