Thursday 8 January 2015

Excerpt from Chapter 8 of Because of Him


“Huh.” He sounds smug.
“Huh, what?”
“Nothing.” Except he says it in a way that it obviously means something.
“Spill, before I pinch you.”
“I was just thinking, you're kind of a nerd too.”
Laughing, I reach over to punch his chest in mock outrage, but he grabs a hold of my fist to stop me. I go to pull away but he holds on tighter, resting both our hands on top of his t-shirt. I'm not even sure he realizes he's doing it or if it's just an unconscious action, like the fingers gently stroking mine, causing fizzy sparks to shoot through my fingertips and up my arm.
My hand, cupped underneath his, is resting right over his heart. I can feel how fast it's beating – faster than it should be. Kind of like mine whenever Silver is around.
I can't stop myself from rolling my head over to look at him. He's watching the stars, his nose and lips outlined by the darkness behind him.
We're close, closer than I'd realized, and I can hear him breathing and smell his shampoo. I want to run my fingers through the curls in his hair so bad my fingers actually twitch.
Like he can feel my gaze upon him he turns his face towards mine. Our noses touch accidentally, but neither of us try to move away.
I should probably feel embarrassed to be caught staring so unabashedly but I don't...not at all. All I feel right now is him.
He watches me hungrily, his gaze flickering between my eyes and my lips as if he can't get enough. His heart beats even faster underneath my hand.
His nose brushes mine, purposefully this time, Eskimo style. Our breath mingles as my lips part and he swallows heavily.
Silver wants to kiss me; I know it with everything inside of me. And I think he will. I know I should at least try to do the right thing and stop it, but I want it so, so bad. I want him so, so bad. So bad that I haven't even been able to think of hooking up with other guys since I met him, and I love hooking up with guys.
Whatever this is, I'm too weak to stop it.