driving so far to see me, or maybe—ugh my chest hurts just thinking this—maybe he'll meet another girl who is more on his level.
"What are you thinking about?" Jace asks. His fingers gently touch my cheek and I look up to find him staring into my eyes. "You look like something's wrong."
I shake my head and smile, attempting to look happy, but I know it doesn't work. Jace clears his throat. "Look babe, I'm a guy so I suck at these things. I can tell something is wrong with you but I don't know what it is…I mean, did I do something to make you mad?"
I roll my eyes. "How could you ever do anything wrong? I'm totally fine, I promise."
He squishes his lips to the side. "That doesn't sound very convincing."
I decide to kiss him to take his mind off the subject.
It works better than I had expected. He kisses me back with a passion that makes my toes tingle. Before I know it, he's carried me into the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and then goes back to close the door.
"Are you expecting anyone to walk in?" I ask as I lay back on the comforter that's not nearly as soft as mine is back at home.
"Good point," Jace says, falling next to me onto the bed. "I guess it feels too exposed if the door is wide open."
"What is there to expose?" I say with a cocky eyebrow lift.
He moves on top of me, grabbing my wrists in his hands. He pins my arms to the bed and I squirm playfully, hoping to god that he doesn't start tickling me. I can't handle tickling on a stomach full of pizza.
"Oh, I'd like to expose something," Jace says with a suggestive tone of voice. His kisses trail down my neck, sending shivers down my body as I writhe under him, unable to get out of his grasp. His hands slide down my wrists as his body moves, trailing kisses down my collar bone and then my chest. My V-neck shirt slips lower as he nudges it out of his way to kiss just above my bra. He lifts his lips from my skin and slowly looks up at me.
His hands slide under my shirt and I lift my back off the bed to allow him to continue on his mission to remove it over my head. Once he's finished, I grab his shirt and tug. "If mine's coming off, so is yours," I whisper as I place a kiss on his lips.
He sits up and rips his shirt off in one smooth movement, giving me a sinister grin as he lowers himself back over me. His face hovers just inches above mine. "You are ridiculously hot," he says.
I roll my eyes. "You're not so bad yourself."
Jace buries his head into the crook of my shoulder and licks my neck in one long slow movement that sends chills all over my body. His hips press into mine an instant later and I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. My heart begins to pound beneath my ribcage.
We have never taken things this far before.
His breath is warm against my skin. His hands glide over my chest and down my sides until his fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans.
Panic hits me as I realize that he's about to unbutton them.
"Jace—I don't—" My voice is a choked whisper. He freezes in the moment and then rolls off of me and takes a deep breath.
"You don't what?" he asks me. He props his head up with his arm and looks deep into my eyes.
"I don't…" Ugh I feel so stupid saying this. "Want to take it… um… this far." I swallow and add, "Yet. One day… just… not right now."
The tension is so thick I think it'll suffocate me. I just wish I could crawl into a hole and stay there forever.
Jace shakes his head and smiles. Then he sucks in a deep breath and throws his head back, looking at the ceiling. I lean over and kiss his neck but he stops me with his hand. "I need a minute to calm down."
Hurt and emba rrassed, I swallow my pride and roll over, curling up in the fetal position as I stare at the wall in front of me. I didn't want to have sex and now he's mad at me. He doesn't even want me to touch him.
The small television in the corner of his room turns on. There's movement in the bed as Jace adjusts so that he's sitting up, leaning
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