my hands.
“Yes I did. I couldn’t let him hurt you.” He lifted my chin with one
hand and I melted. My eyes started to water, I was about to cry when he leaned
forward and brushed his lips against mine. He pulled away just a little as if
he were asking if this was okay. I laid my face against his palm and he came
closer again. This time, he really kissed me. I had never kissed a boy before
but it seemed so right. I didn’t want to stop but he pulled away. He caressed
my face and took my hands again. As we stood up, he wiped my tears away.
“I should get dressed now.”
What? I forgot he was still soaked to the bone and shirtless. “Oh,
right. I’ll just go change in my room. I’ll be out in a minute.” I walked to my
room and closed the door. I leaned against it and bit my lower lip. What was I
thinking? I just met this boy and I’m kissing him in my bathroom while we’re
home alone. But I felt the urge to go back to the bathroom and do it again.
Think Sara. Priorities: First, change out of your wet clothes. Second, Fix your
hair and wipe your face off. I start to strip out of my wet clothes when
there’s a knock on my door.
“Sara, can I come in?” Damian sounds a little concerned.
Crap. “Just a second.” I already had my bra and shirt off. I grabbed my
night shirt from the back of the door and threw it on. My pants could wait.
“Okay. You can come in now.”
As he opened the door, I could see that he hadn’t changed out of his
clothes yet. He was still shirtless and he’s coming into my room. He slowly
walks in and turns back toward the door.
“I can wait in the living room.”
I find myself grabbing his arm. “Wait. Don’t…I mean, you don’t have to
go. Why didn’t you change?”
He looks down. “I was gonna ask if you minded me taking a quick shower,
but then I saw you standing here. I guess I just wanted to say that what happened
in the bathroom, if you want to pretend it didn’t, I’ll understand.” He looked
down and started to turn around again.
“Wait.” I hadn’t let go of his arm yet, “Do you want to pretend it
didn’t happen?” I waited for him to look at me. He kept his head down. If I
wanted him to look at me, I was gonna have to play his game. I reached out to
his face and put my hand under his chin. He lifted it automatically. “Damian.
Do you want to pretend it didn’t happen?”
Our eyes locked and he reached up to my hand. He turned his face into
my palm and kissed it. He reached his other hand over to my face and slowly
caressed my cheek. I turned my face as he had and kissed his palm. He ran his
fingers through my hair and wrapped his other arm around my waist. He pulled me
closer and I ran my hands down his chest. He leaned into me and gave me such a
passionate kiss that I couldn’t feel my legs. He picked me up and sat me on my
bed.
He stopped. It was as if he was waiting for something. I started to ask
him why, but he put a finger to my lips. He went over to my closet and shut
himself in. I heard it then.
Someone had come in the door and was coming up the hall. It wasn’t my
aunt because she wears high heels to work and I would have heard her at the
door.
As if he heard my thoughts, Damian opened the door back up and reached
for me. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me in with him. We were pushed
together tightly between the door and the clothes. He had pushed me in first
and had his back to me.
I wish he was facing me now so that I could see his expression. The
footsteps were outside the bathroom. I heard something like a dog sniffing.
Then the footsteps came to my door. I heard the knob turn and before they could
open it I heard my aunt at the front door. Her keys jangled as she put them in
the lock. She wouldn’t realize I had forgotten to relock it. The footsteps
moved down to the hall closet and I heard the door shut.
Aunt Lynn started into the kitchen and put down her purse. “Sara, what
on God’s green earth is all over my carpet? Did
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