Choices(Waiting for Forever BK 1) Read Online Free PDF

I had to know if what the preacher said was true or if it was his own warped interpretation. If he were wrong, Jamie and I would be free to be together without fear of damnation. There had to be rules he had to follow; he must have gone to school. Wouldn’t someone know if he wasn’t being truthful?
    “I should get home,” I said, standing abruptly, and Jamie’s face filled with hurt, and his eyes remained downcast briefly before he recovered. He thought I was pulling away from him; he had shared this epic moment with me, and he thought I was going to walk away from him. “Jamie, I just need time to think. I never dreamed that you—”
    “I understand, Brian, really,” he cut me off midsentence as he stood. I tried not to watch the small bead of sweat rolling down his pale chest as he swiped the wet dust and dirt from the back of his gym shorts. He was going to have to wash those once he got inside, or his mama was going to have a fit. “I know this is a lot to take in. I think we both have some things to think about.”
    I couldn’t stand to see that look on his face, lost and defeated. Taking a few calming breaths, I closed my eyes. Then, summoning up every bit of courage that I had, I put my hand on his face and stroked his cheek with my thumb. He looked at me curiously, and on a sudden impulse, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. Tilting my head slightly, I pressed my lips to his once more. Even though the rain was pounding the roof of the tree house, I distinctly heard him moan into the kiss. I kept my hips away from him so he wouldn’t feel the growing erection in my gym shorts.
    This kiss had a slight twinge of hunger, of desperation, to it. Our teeth knocked together a few times in our need to be closer. I cocked my head to the other side, pressing my upper body harder against him, deepening the kiss even further. My mouth opened, and our tongues touched lightly, hesitantly, almost as if we were both scared of it happening. The feeling of his warm, naked skin under my hands drove most of the reason from me, but eventually I did manage to pull away. When we broke apart, we were both panting. I heard his long, low sigh of the word “wow,” and I chuckled quietly before turning for the trapdoor.
    I arrived home to an empty house about ten minutes later, and I was thankful. It wasn’t terribly unusual, since Richard kept regular hours at the hospital, and Carolyn had her various causes. She volunteered, reading to the kids at the local elementary school, and sometimes worked at the senior center. She also had errands she ran during the day, so I couldn’t even guess where she’d be right now. I went to my room, stripped out of my wet gym uniform, and tossed it into the nearby hamper. I would have to do a load of laundry; I usually did my own laundry anyway, so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, but I didn’t need Carolyn running across my wet gym uniform caked with dirt. Standing there, alone in the confines of my room, naked, letting the gentle breeze from the open window wash over me, I felt a flare of pure sexual need race through me. I started to get hard, my pulse quickening as I thought about the kiss Jamie and I had just shared. I had work to do, however, so I picked up the towel I had grabbed from the linen closet and dried myself off.
    I dressed in boxers and a loose pair of shorts, forgoing socks or even a shirt because of the heat. The rain had cooled things off some, but not nearly enough; it was still sweltering and humid in the house. As I headed down the hall to Richard’s office, I wondered if I would find any answers, if anyone had insight into my confusion. Surely people would put that kind of information on the Internet? Could I find anything to justify the attraction Jamie and I feel for each other? What if all I find is the hellfire and damnation the preacher warned us of? Could I give Jamie up? Could I force myself into the life God apparently wants me to