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It’s fear.
Fear of what we’re doing.
Fear of knowing it’s wrong.
Fear of not wanting to stop it.
I sense him moving even closer, and I instantly bolt back.
“I’ve got to go,” I state firmly, keeping my eyes locked with his for a moment longer, then turning and racing back to my side of the river.
No matter how much it kills me, I don’t dare glance back at him as I untie Brandy, hop on, and ride back to my house, where I’m safe from these feelings for Dalton Wick.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Natalie
When I got home last night, I already had a text from him. My heart pounded like crazy as I stared at his name, not wanting to open it up, but dying to know what he had to say.
Finally getting the nerve, I swiped his name and saw all he texted was:
Take an Epsom salt bath. That will help too.
I threw my phone on my bed and went to take a shower, hoping to rid my mind of anything that might lead to me thinking about Dalton.
It didn’t work. I tossed and turned all night long and had to drag my butt to school this morning.
Thankfully, first period has us break up into groups with the people we’re sitting next to, so I am able toavoid him, but as I walk into second period, my stomach turns with emotions I’m not ready to face, knowing he’ll be right behind me.
He’s not there as I enter so I sit down and busy myself with my backpack that I placed down on the opposite side of the row he’ll walk through so my back will be facing him as he arrives.
I feel his presence around me as he slides into the desk behind me. I keep my composure, searching really hard for nothing at all.
The bell rings, and our teacher gets the class’s attention, so I stop what I’m doing and face forward, forcing myself to breathe but having a hard time doing so, knowing he is behind me.
Miss Hernandez starts her lecture by writing something on the board, so I move my phone that’s sitting on my notebook to the side and open it to a clean piece of paper to take notes.
I nearly jump out of my seat when I hear the familiar buzz of an incoming message on my phone.
Everyone I know is in school, and my parents never text me, so worry races through me as I wonder if something is wrong with them. Frantic, I pick it up and am blasted with a different set of emotions when I see Dalton’s name on the screen.
He’s literally texting me while he’s sitting behind me. There’s no way I can ignore it. He’s physically watching me as I stare at his name, not swiping to see what he said.
When the phone goes off again with another text, causing me to twitch, I decide to swipe it open.
Why did you leave so fast?
I’ll keep texting until you answer.
I close my eyes, not wanting him to see my reaction, but knowing it’s almost impossible with him right behind me. When I don’t respond, he texts again.
I wanted to kiss you.
I try my hardest not to move a centimeter, in fear that he’ll notice the way I can barely breathe at the sight of his words.
I can see the goose bumps on your arm.
You wanted to kiss me too.
