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That’s right, I lost my head right there in the middle of his street, threw caution to the wind, and slammed my lips to his.
His entire frame froze for a long moment, stiff and unmoving, and I briefly wondered if I had made a terrible mistake, but then he was kissing me back, twisting our bodies around so that I was the one with my back to his garden wall, as his lips moved against mine with an air of expertise that was truly rattling.
My breath came hard and fast, leaving me feeling almost faint, as I swayed against his tall frame.
He wasn’t overly big or hugely muscular, even though I knew from watching enough of his fights that he was ridiculously strong.
Instead, he was lean, with muscles that were defined beneath his taut, tanned skin.
Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on to this boy for dear life, as I kissed him back with everything I had inside of me.
This was our first kiss, and it wasn’t the comet-hitting-earth moment I had anticipated from years of binge-watching unhealthy teen sitcoms.
It wasn’t anything like what happened in the movies.
It was so muchmore.
This kiss was real, and raw, and gritty, and so full of unspoken emotion that I felt my legs shake from the pressure.
His arms came around my body, with one hand resting on my hip, as he knotted the other in my hair, kissing me back with an intensity that caused jolting shocks of pleasure to ripple through my core every time his tongue brushed against mine.
Drowning in both my senses and the rain hammering down on us, I allowed myself to be completely swept up in the moment, in him.
Nothing else mattered to me in this moment.
All I could see, feel, taste, touch washim.
He was everywhere.
Consuming me entirely.
I had three and a half years’ worth of kisses with Paul, and a few other boys before him, to prepare me, but nothing could have prepared me for the feelings this particular boy evoked inside of me.
He could have had all of me right there in the rain and I wouldn’t have raised a finger in protest. That was how deep the dangerous feelings I had developed for him went.
Joey kissed me like he was starving for me and no one else’s lips could sate the hunger overtaking him. I knew the feeling and returned it unconditionally as I kissed him back with an insatiable hunger of my own.
With his lips never leaving me, he lifted me up with effortless ease and set me down on his garden wall. And then his hands were on my bare legs, his experienced fingers gliding over the smooth skin of my thighs, as he pushed them apart and stepped between them.
His hands were in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, his big body cemented to mine, all of his hard edges probing against my soft ones, and even though I knew I was a shitty person for not breaking up with Paul before kissing someone else, all I could think about was how epicallyrightit felt to be with Joey.
This kiss was going to have consequences, I realized.
Huge, heart-stopping, feeling-igniting consequences.
MAYBE YOU’RE THE DANGEROUS ONE
JANUARY 7TH 2004
JOEY
I had whiplashfrom the crazy twists and turns this day had taken.
It had started with a fight with my dad, the middle involved a whole heap of trouble at school, and it was ending in a kiss.
Feeling Molloy’s soft lips against mine, as she moaned into my mouth and pushed her body against mine, was entirely too much for me to handle in this moment.
I was reeling; completely fucking thrown by the girl whose hands were knotted in my hair.
