“SO, WHAT DID YOU THINK?” I look to where Zayden is sitting next to me, propped up against the headboard of my bed.
When he brought up our English project that’s due this Friday, and the fact that he still hadn’t watched the movie, I jumped at the chance to invite him over to watch Twilight with me—despite the fact that I’ve already seen it more times than I care to admit.
“People actually enjoy this shit?” His ocean blue eyes slide to mine.
“Oh come on. It’s not that bad.” I laugh, lightly smacking the side of his leg.
“Not that bad? You can’t seriously believe that wasn’t the worst movie you’ve ever watched. I mean, that acting…come the fuck on. As if sparkling vampires weren’t enough.” He shakes his head. “And I thought the book was bad.”
“There wasn’t anything you liked about it?”
“Not a single thing.” He snorts. “Well, except maybe some of the soundtrack, but I’m not sure that counts.”
“Well, look at it this way. At least it’s over now and you never have to watch it again.” I try to point out the positives. “That is, unless you want to watch the other movies.” I grin.
“There’s more?” He looks horrified.
“You didn’t know that?” I cock my head, thinking someone must be living under a rock to not know there are multiple books and movies.
“Why would I?”
His question is valid. It’s not like he strikes me as the kind of guy that follows mainstream pop culture.
“I guess that’s a good point,” I admit, giggling when he reaches over and gives my side a squeeze.
“What time did you say your mom was going to be home again?” He glances at the clock on my bedside table, and I follow his gaze.
It’s almost five o’clock.
“Probably by six at the latest. Her last appointments run up until five, but she usually doesn’t leave the office right away. Why? Already planning your escape?”
“Quite the opposite, actually. Do you realize how hard it was for me to lay here next to you for nearly two hours and not touch you?” He grabs my forearm and tugs me toward him. I go willingly, smiling against his mouth as he drops a kiss to my lips.
It starts out innocent enough, but like most things with Zayden, it quickly intensifies. Before I know it, I’m pinned beneath him, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he devours my mouth.
I know I’m inexperienced in a lot of ways, but I find it very hard to believe that most eighteen-year-old guys are as skilled with their mouths as Zayden. I know the very small number of guys I have kissed don’t hold a candle to him. I could kiss him all day and never get tired of it. Then again, I don’t think we’d make it all day before more happened.
And I want more.
God do I want it. More than I think I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
But I’m also scared. And not only because I’ve never done it before. As much as I hate to admit it, a part of me is still hesitant to really trust Zayden. After everything that’s happened over the last few days, I know that shouldn’t be the case. But there’s still this tiny voice in my head planting little seeds of doubt.
“I want to touch you so fucking bad right now,” Zayden groans against my lips, and while I don’t answer, I think I have a pretty good idea how he feels because all I want is for him to touch me, too.
I don’t answer right away, but when my words finally come, I think they shock us both. “Then do it.” Zayden pulls back a couple of inches and looks down at me, the hunger in his eyes enough to make me squirm under his gaze.
“Don’t tempt me, Rylee. I’m far from a fucking gentleman. And right now I’m hanging on by a very thin thread,” he warns.
“I’m not ready for….” I trail off, my cheeks heating. “But I want you to touch me. I want to know what it feels like to….” Again, my words die in my throat as embarrassment seeps in, and I quickly avert my gaze.
“Look at me, Rylee.” His soft voice coaxes my eyes back to his. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed to ask for what you want. You got me?” He waits until I nod before continuing, “Did you lock the door? If I’m going to touch you for the first time, I sure as fuck don’t want someone barging in and ruining it.”
“It’s locked.” I swallow hard.
“Good girl.” He smiles, pushing up off of me. I mourn the loss of his weight instantly, but the thought doesn’t linger for long as his hand grazes between my legs.
My entire body stiffens.