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“Don’t fucking touch me,” he spits, and my mouth falls open at the venom lacing each word. “Stop being so…you.”
I begin to respond, but he shoves me again, but his hands don’t leave my chest. They slide up and into my hair, tugging roughly. It’s so unexpected, so surprising that I just stand completely frozen.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Hating you,” he says as his lips crash onto mine.
I’m so shocked by the kiss that I just stand there, my hands still raised in surrender. But a second later, they fall to his hips, my fingers flexing against his trim waist.
It’s the squeeze that must do it because suddenly, he pulls his mouth away from me, his eyes wide, his lips parted in shock.
We stare at each other for a long time and then Braxton trembles.
“Fuck you,” he whispers, but there’s no venom in his words this time.
He pushes against me once more and crashes his lips to mine, groaning into me, his hands tightening in my hair and making my entire body light up.
He bites down on my bottom lip roughly, and I let out a grunt. But hell, I like it. He’s eager, needy. So unlike his usual self. And when his tongue slips into my mouth and tangles with mine, I let out a low moan. It’s the sound that shatters the moment because Braxton is abruptly pulling away once more, panting.
“That…” He swipes at his mouth, his hand shaking. “That won’t happen again.”
I let my arms fall to my sides and lick at my bottom lip. “Okay, we don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna.”
“I don’t want to do that. I’m serious. I’m not into you. I’m not.”
I’m not sure if he’s trying to convince me or himself. Maybe both. I’m so damn confused. He just kissed me. Twice. But maybe he’s not sure about his sexuality. Or…hell, I don’t know. I don’t really care, I just know I want to kiss him again. But I agree anyways, holding up my hands to try to calm him. “Okay.”
He’s staring at me, angrily. Like I tricked him or something, put a spell on him. “I just want you to leave me alone.”
He’s breathing hard, just staring at me, and I stay still, just watching and waiting to see what his next move will be. He collides with me again, his mouth crushing mine once more, his tongue pushing into my mouth aggressively, his hands in my hair as he positively eats me. Like he’s hungry for it, for me. My hands fall onto his hips once more, and I pull him into me, feeling the hard length of his cock pressed against mine.
He may not be into me, but he’s for sure acting interested. Or at least, his dick is. But hey, that’s okay with me. I just want more of this. I want to kiss him forever. Feel him like this.
My entire body is on fire, nerves sparking as I hold on to him, not wanting him to pull away again, but he does, his lips puffy, his eyes wild.
“Shit.Shit.”
I just stand there, wanting to kiss him again because Braxton is a real good kisser.
“I’m—I need to go,” he says, running his hands through his hair and then turning and stalking away. I watch him go, wishing he’d turn around and plant his lips on me again, but he doesn’t. That was it.
That’s the end of it.
It probably won’t happen again.
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jimbob
And it doesn’t happen again,despite running into him frequently over the next week. He goes out of his way to ignore me. Even Ryan and my grandpa notice it.
“Who’s that little shit ignoring you?” my grandpa, Ralph, says. “Looks like a hoodlum. Looks like you, Ryan.” He nudges Ryan playfully.
“Thanks for the compliment,” Ryan says with a wiggle of his fingers. “I think Braxton is hot.”
The way he says that makes something ugly shift inside of me. I don’t do jealousy. I’m all about peace and tranquility, but for some reason, that kiss did things to me. Unexpected things. I don’t want Ryan calling him hot. I don’t want Ryan’s eyes on him, damn it. Keep your eyes to yourself, bro.
