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Paige wasn’t sure whatshe'd expected to happen next. A white horse would sidle up next to them, they’d climb on, and ride off into the sunset. Or maybe hot, freaky, sex in the back seat of The Beast. She'd been all for the second option.
What shehadn’texpected was a virtually silent car ride home and then a silent walk through the house. He'd held her hand through the house, which made her feel giddy, but then he'd deposited her in her own room while he'd made the excuse of needing to use the restroom in his room.
So she sat on her bed and waited. And waited. And then waited some more. After twenty minutes passed, she finally got up.
Once again, she hadn’t known what to expect – cuddling, bonding, Parcheesi, food fight – but she certainly hadn’t thought he’d ditch her. She pulled off her sandals and pulled her hair out of her ponytail. She stood completely still and tried to think of what she should do. Was he regretting their kisses? She certainly wasn't; she wanted more. It had certainly felt like he did, too. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and she nodded.
Screw this.
She walked out onto the terrace and headed towards his room. A glowing cigarette butt was sitting in an ashtray on the railing – apparently he'd stopped for a smoke. But he wasn’t on the terrace anymore. His glass door was open and she tiptoed over, peaking inside.
Parker was sitting on the settee at the foot of his bed, his chin resting on his fists, staring blankly at the dresser across from him. She frowned. He didn’t exactly have a happy grin on his face, like the one she'd been wearing a couple minutes ago. She hesitated for a second before slowly entering his room. She didn’t say anything as she crossed the floor, she just carefully sat on the corner of his bed, near him but far enough away that she hoped she wasn't invading his space.
“Are you okay?” she whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. He lifted his head and shook it.
“No. I don’t know how to do this, Paige,” he said softly.
“I don’t understand,” she replied. He glanced at her and gestured at the space between them.
“This. Paige, I like you. A lot. But I gotta be honest, you scare the shit out of me. I didn’t realize it, but I’ve kinda been walking on eggshells around you. If I do this, will it freak Paige out? If I say that, will it freak Paige out? I’m so freaked out about freaking you out, that I’m all twisted up and feel like I can’t do anything,” he explained in a rush.
Paige blinked, not knowing what to say. She hadn’t realized she'd been quite so difficult. How did this boy still like her?
“I guess all I can do is promise I won’t freak out,” she said.
“I know. I just ... I don’t wanna do something we’ll both regret,” he said on a sigh, looking at the dresser again.
Paige smiled softly. She felt bad. He was still nervous he was going to do something “wrong” and she was going to get “freaked out” and run away. It was no wonder, she'd basically been doing that for the past couple years. Running from her home, running from herlife.
But she was over this tension between them – something big either needed to happen, or it needed to be unequivocally stated that it was never going to happen. She crawled across the bed till she was sitting behind him. Taking a deep breath, she folded up one leg so it was pressed against his lower back. She took her other leg and wrapped it around his waist. Then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him from behind. It felt so good to finally touch him, like it was something she should've been doing the whole time. Like his body was her property.
“I know, Parker, I know,” she started. She felt his hand hesitantly rest on her leg. “I can’t really say anything that’ll change what you think, except that no matter what does or doesn’t happen between us, we’ll still be friends. I promise.”
“Promise?” he echoed, running his hand from her kneecap to the hem of her skirt. His touch set her on fire, so she edged herself to his side.
“And I can also tell you that when you kissed me, Parker, I felt it. I felt it everywhere. I felt it in my toes. I felt in my fingernails. I’m pretty sure my future grandchildren felt it,” she told him, and he finally laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist as she slowly slithered around him until she was sitting on his lap, both her legs wrapped around his waist.
“I wasn’t lying, you drive me fucking insane. That kiss was an accident – I was considering strangling you,” he joked. She rolled her eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered, and before he could reply, she took the plunge and kissed him.
If things weren’t gonna happen, if Parker was really worried about taking this step, now was the time to pull away. She kept her touch light, waiting to see if he would pull away.
He didn’t.
He wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her in tight to him. This kiss was much gentler than their first, it had none of the urgency, the crazy need. But it had tenderness and sweetness. Longing.Promise.
“You know,” she said once she pulled back, licking her lips. He stared at her mouth. “This is fine. I don’t wanna pressure you into something you don’t wanna do, we can just -”
“Wait wait wait. Wait a minute. Are you giving me a ‘I-don’t-want-to-pressure-you-into-sex’ speech?” he asked, his hands gripping her hips. She shrugged.
“I guess. You seem freaked out by the idea, and it’s not like we have to do anything right now, we can –EEK!”
She squealed as Parker’s hands slipped down to her butt and gripped her hard, all while pushing himself into a standing position. She scrambled to keep her grip around his neck while his hands moved to the backs of her thighs, keeping her legs secured around his waist. His mouth was back on hers and he marched them across the room, pressing her into the wall next to the dresser.
“Oh my god,” she gasped when his mouth moved down her throat.
“I'm not freaked out by the idea of sex, Paige,” he assured her, running his tongue along her collarbone before biting her on the shoulder.
