Page 12 of Tipping the Scales


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Colton moves his hands frommy hips, his palms almost spanning my entire thigh as he grabs onto them. I can't help my body from instinctively grinding against him and his lips migrate up to meet mine. They are already wet and warm from his assault on my neck and I run my tongue along them, begging for entry. Our tongues meet and swirl together, our bodies giving in to their primal urges and moving against each other slowly.

"We should stop," Colton's words cut through, our exhales the only other sound in the room besides the movie. He is right, but I'm not ready to break this connection yet.

"One more minute," I beg, taking his bottom lip between my teeth before pushing my lips back against his.

He can't say anything more, my tongue halting his words and my body grinding against him blocking the blood-flow to his brain.

"If you keep doing that, it's going to be harder for me to stop things from happening. Dee, I don't want to take it too far."

His honesty is only turning me on more and I am going to say things that could change what we have if he doesn't feel the same. I want to get as much of him as possible in case this is where we break.

"I love you, Colt."

His warm palms don't move, his body stilling beneath me and if I couldn't feel his breath grazing my lips with each exhale, I would think he stopped breathing all together. This could be worse, he could be pushing me off him and telling me to leave.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold my feelings in anymore. I just ... Ialways want to be around you and think about you nonstop and that has to be what love is, right?"

I love my family of course, but love in a relationship is different. I feel my whole body flutter when I am around him. And not just when he touches me, but when he makes jokes that have my body shaking from laughter. Or when he grabs me an extra snack from the cafeteria because he knows I get extra hungry after fifth period.

Colton's silence concerns me. Maybe this was more than he was expecting. I didn't say it because I needed him to say it back, but I had to let him know how I feel. If we weren't both moving towards the same thing, we deserved to know.

I move to climb off his lap but his hands tighten against me, holding me firmly in place. Our eyes meet and it feels more intimate than what we were just doing with our lips.

"Don't take my silence as me saying I don't love you Delaney. I am fucking wrecked for you. If I am being honest, I was afraid that my feelings were getting too strong and I didn't want to scare you away by being the first one to say it. But I say it to you everyday in my head."

Our foreheads meet, our noses touching by default, our hands entwining between us.

"Love is an understatement of how I feel about you, Delaney Thorne."

His words, our bodies, my heart pounding in my chest. Every part of this moment is perfect.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My mind snapsout of the daydream as the microwave alerts me my lunch is ready. My eyes blink rapidly, accepting the reality in front of me isn't on Colton's couch and he isn't confessing his love. This isn't the first time Colton has made his way into my thoughts this week, but this is the first time I have thought about that moment. The first time I told him I loved him. The first time I told anyone those three words. The butterflies in my stomach feel the same as they did back then. Or maybe I'm just hungry, that must be it.

I shoot off a text to Bryn, ignoring the flirty thread with Colton and focusing only on what I need now. To get out and find someone else to help me forget him. Something I thought I had done until I saw him in my shop six days ago.

We need to go out tonight. I need tequila and muscles and someone to tell me I am too pretty to be at the bar.

Pick you up at eight. Galactic. Wear sequins, it's constellation night.

No Carina please, I need a break from hearing her talk about Colt.

As long as you promise not to talk about him either :p

Deal.

I can promise not to talk about him, but the odds of him staying off my mind are slim to none.

I hope you are feeling better. Can I see you tonight?

It has been a week since our first and only date. Carina has checked on me a few times and I have lied to keep up my story of food poisoning. Based on my internet search, I could use it as an excuse for at least forty-eight hours. But now, I only have the reasoning of work being demanding and sleep taking me before I even hit the pillow.

Carina is the type of girl that's perfect for me on paper: smart, driven to succeed, beautiful. But she's missing one thing - she's not Delaney. When I agreed to the date, I didn't think I would ever see Delaney again, not to mention she refused to take my calls or answer my texts. After a year, I gave up, accepting the fact that she was done with me. The way she reacted, avoiding me every chance she got, tells me it's not over.

I have been staring at my phone most of the day, willing it to chime and show Delaney's name on the screen. Nothing but disappointment. Fuck, I need to snap out of this.

What did you havein mind?

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