What?
I look back up at the stairs in time to see Huntley standing on the top step. She shifts her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, twisting her fingers together. She’s nervous. That makes me grin.
“Um, Hannah and Finley want you to come tuck them in,” she says.
Without hesitation I bound up the stairs and walk into the girls’ bedroom. I brush my hand over Huntley’s arm and she shivers. Grayson 1 Huntley 0.
“Good night girls,” I whisper, kissing each of them on the forehead. I turn to see Huntley leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest. She really shouldn’t do that, I don’t need any more reason to stare at her or her breasts.
I wonder what it would be like if we had babies?
Whoa, where the fuck did that come from?
The thought comes to me as naturally as breathing.
I switch the little nightlight off and close the bedroom door. Huntley stands in front of me, staring at me with those worldly eyes. We both say nothing for what feels like forever but that current hums between our bodies. I take a step closer, noticing how her chest visibly heaves. Inhale, exhale, stutter, inhale, exhale. I touch her arms with my hands and brush her skin lightly with my fingertips. She shivers and her lips part, begging me to kiss them. Oh sweet baby Jesus, I want to kiss them so badly, like I might die if I don’t taste them. Right. Now. I lower my head until our lips brush infinitesimally. The connection shocks both of us. Our breaths become shallow and labored and I decide that just this once it will be ok to give in. Just once will be enough.
I close the tiny gap and gently place my lips on hers. At first she doesn’t respond but then she steps closer until her body is flush with mine. It’s my turn to shiver. She feels so damn good pressed up against me. My hands grip her small waist and she grasps my shirt in her hands. The feel of her so close to me is too much.
Our kiss turns hungrier. Our mouths move together like they’ve done this before, only now they’re starving for the other. I trace my tongue along Huntley’s bottom lip and she eagerly takes me in. I explore the depths of her hot mouth, causing our tongues to engage in a wild ritual of song and dance. When I gently nibble her bottom lip she whimpers and that in itself is almost my undoing. I was so so so so wrong.
Once isn’t enough. It will never be enough.
“Grayson, are you up there? Your father and I are leaving,” The sound of my mothers’ voice startles us but not enough to break apart completely.
“Shit,” I whisper, resting my forehead against Huntley’s while we catch our breath.
“Yeah.”
That was intense.
“I have to go,” I do nothing to hide the disappointment in my voice. I don’t want to leave her, not after that kiss. “I’ll call you.” I place the lightest of kisses on her forehead and walk downstairs. I say goodbye to Coach and his wife and then my parents. I hurriedly jump into my truck and head home. The short drive is uncomfortable because I have a raging hard-on and the images of Huntley that flash in my mind aren’t making it easier. Or softer.
After two cold showers, I lie awake staring at my ceiling. I have no idea what possessed me to kiss her and as much as I hate admitting it was a mistake, I’d do it all over again.
Goddammit.
I.AM.SCREWED.
Chapter 7
Huntley
I’m walking towards the cafeteria for lunch when I hear my name being called. I’ve been downright dreamy and inattentive today, completely preoccupied with what happened with Grayson last night. That kiss…
“Huntley! Wait up!”
I turn around and find Luke Bailey jogging towards me. He’s wearing his signature khaki slacks with another blue polo shirt tucked in. His hair is combed to the side and I’m sure he spent hours trying to get it to look that way. The sight of him makes me cringe.
“Hi Luke.” I try my hardest to smile politely. This guy gives me the creeps, something about him screaming ‘Sexual Offender’.
“Hi Huntley. So I wanted to make sure we’re still on for next Saturday?” He doesn’t waste time.
I could come up with a pathetic excuse and not think twice about cancelling but I promised Demi I would go on one date with this schmuck, despite the bad feeling I get when I’m around him. The fact that he called me hours after meeting me to make arrangements should’ve been the first alarm bell. Clearly he doesn’t know the ‘bro code’, which stipulates a three day waiting period before you call the girl. I’m a girl and even I’m familiar with that little rule.
“Uh,” I hesitate, “Sure.” I try to hide my displeasure with my own answer knowing full well that this is not what I want.
Just one date, I remind myself.
He grins wide and that’s when I notice his perfect, straight white teeth. They’re almost too perfect. His entire appearance, attitude included, exudes ‘pretentiousness’.