Page 89 of Every Breath After


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No…

No it’s not.

“Jeremy.”

This time when Mason says my name, low and rough and in a way I’ve never heard it uttered before, my gaze snaps to his, widening at the unfamiliar intensity in not only the way he just said my name, but at the way he’s looking at me.

Like he only has eyes for me.

Like there’s no one else here in this room but us.

Like it’s just me and him and this strange, unknown planet we’ve suddenly been dropped on.

Does he feel it too? I wonder.

Is he scared too?

“Close your eyes,” he rasps again, his voice feather-light.

I gulp, and do as he says.

He’s only inches away, but it feels like an entire galaxy is spread out between us as I wait for him to close the distance.

It’s likely only been seconds since he crawled over here—less than a whole minute since I spun the bottle and landed on him. Yet it feels like a whole lifetime has passed—like this moment’s being stretched out to infinity—and I wonder if anyone else notices how slowed down everything is.

Perhaps it’s all in my head.

Perhaps it’s just me who’s fallen into some sort of weird time-lapse, stuck but not.

The music still playing fades away, replaced by the sound of my heart thundering in my ears. My hands are squeezed so tight in my lap, my blunt nails dig into my palms, no doubt leaving tiny little red crescent marks.

Just as he presses forward, my lips part with an inhale I didn’t realize I was holding.

It’s his breath I feel on me first, hot against my face. He smells like pizza and Root Beer, and it should probably be gross, but if anything, it has my heart racing even faster.

He doesn’t smell like flowers and lip gloss.

He doesn’t smell like flowers and lip gloss.

I don’t know why that fact feels so important.

I don’t know why I feel relieved.

And then I feel it—feel him—and my brain empties of every thought but him.

Masonmasonmason—

His lips touch mine, soft, dry, even a little chapped.

And everything else just…ceases to exist.

Mason Wyatt is kissing me.

If anyone asks me how long it goes on for, I won’t have an answer that makes sense. Realistically, probably no more than a couple seconds. But in our universe, the one we carved out just for us, just for this moment…

Time no longer exists.

No one else exists.

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