Page 126 of Claim Me
"I won’t let you die," I force out, pressing my cheek to his, my lips close to his ear as I whisper, "I promise you, Blue. I won’t let you die."
"You’re hurt," he whispers back.
"That was the best scenario. In every other one, the bullet went straight through me. This is just a graze. It was the only way to get us inside."
"You were right. Five seconds isn’t enough to save us from everything," Blue murmurs close to my face.
"Not everything."
"Then we’re going to die… but I don’t want to! I refuse to die because of those idiots!" He seems almost frantic; for the first time, I see him like this.
"We’re not dying! Not if you give me something… something to push me. Give me strength! A kiss, Blue. Give me one kiss, my prince, and I’ll save us both. I’ll make a miracle for us!"
Yeah, the craziness took over me.
I’m sure he’ll laugh it off, push me away, snap at me for it, but instead I hear something quiet, almost shy.
"Okay."
Wow.
In shock, I pull back and meet his eyes. I’ve never seen him like this, there’s something completely different there, vulnerable, open, his lips parted, trembling.
"This will be my first kiss," I say, my breath catching, "and I want it to be with you."
Blue slowly nods.
"Sorry in advance for the eighty million bacteria…"
"I’ll take it," he says, a soft smirk on his lips.
Then I don’t wait anymore, scared he’ll change his mind. Too desperate, too drawn in, I lean in and our lips meet for the first time.
My dear Fate, what is this feeling…
Like sinking into something soft and pink, like bubbles, as if I’ve lifted off the ground. My whole body trembles as I wrap my arms around him, our lips moving against each other, pressing first softer, then more firmly, and to my shock, Blue parts his lips and lets my tongue in, his own warm, soft, wet tongue brushing against mine in a slow, dizzying, swirling motion.
The sweetness, the rush, the overwhelming sensation make me feel like I might burst apart in a puff of colorful glitter. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s as if everything I am has narrowed into this one perfect point of connection.
Even though I know it’s about to end, I stretch the moment as far as I can. The kiss deepens, turns heated, passionate, his hands rise to wrap around my neck. He gives in completely, like he’s offering himself to me, maybe believing it’s his last moment, his last good experience?
His slim body pressed to mine feels like heaven. I want more, more, but I know what’s coming.
Bam.
Bam.
Bullets slam into the door.
I tear myself away from his lips, ripped out of heaven and dropped straight into hell.
My eyes land on water bottles on a side cabinet. I grab a few, pressing my back to the wall, running scenarios so fast it feels like my brain is frying.
Bam.
Bam.
Shots hit near the lock, then heavy kicks.
