Page 52 of I Dare You
“Yeah, well, I’m beginning to question my life choices.”
“Well, do that away from here.”
He grins, and I want to slap it from his conceited face.
“Go out with me.”
“What?”I ask, utterly horrified for countless reasons.“Just in case you missed the memo, I don’t like you, and I definitely have no interest in going anywhere with you.”
“Yes, you do,” he arrogantly challenges.
I cross my arms, deciding to humor him.“Oh, I do?”
He nods, taking a step closer.He smells good.Like a forest after a thunderstorm.“’Cause curiosity will get the better of you.Just as it has with me.Your eyes…they haunt me.”
His confession is laced with melancholy, but heavy with a yearning I feel all the way to my core.
Even if I wanted to hide behind sarcasm, I don’t because I’ve forgotten everything but Kit.
All I can do is watch as he gently reaches for my wrist, and with a pen, he writes something on my palm.This time, I don’t shrug away.
Once he’s done, he doesn’t let me go.We stand staring at one another, getting lost in a moment when it’s only us that exists.It’s quiet here, and the touch of his fingers hums throughout my entire body.
I feel alive.
He releases me a second later and, without a word, leaves.
Only when his figure disappears do I breathe again.
I peer down at my palm and see that Kit has written an address and a time.I scoff at his overconfidence as reality kicks back in.
“Not gonna happen,” I whisper to myself.
I quickly make my way back into the orphanage and head straight for my room.The moment I’m inside, I begin to pace, certain the devil is biting at my heels.
I feel hot.
I rip off my T-shirt and walk around in just my bra and shorts.But I only get more animated with each step I take.
Kit’s signature fragrance lingers.A hunger tackles me, and I need a release.
Standing in front of the mirror, I’m surprised by how flushed my flesh looks and feels.I skim my fingers down the slope of my neck.My breasts feel heavy.I rub my fingers over my right nipple.
I hiss.
It feels good.
I usually shy away from touching myself because feelings of shame usually follow soon after.
But not today.
I cup my breast, running my thumb over my sensitive nipple.
It shoots a current all the way to my sex.
Continuing my journey downward, I touch my stomach.I’m thin but have curves.I wonder what it would feel like to have Kit grab my hips as he bites my neck from behind.
I quiver at the thought.
