I love you. I wanted to say. I love your brooding nature. I love your stupid long hair. I love your intelligence. I love the way you stare at me. I love your mouth and eyes and your annoying fucking smart ass responses. I love your soul…God, your soul is a treasure I want for myself.
The second I felt his long fingers tightening, my whole being exploded. I sucked in a breath. “Aston, I lo–”
He broke my words with his mouth. It crashed to mine so unexpectedly, I almost fell back. His other arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me as he brought me closer to him, pulling me higher against him. He dipped his face lower, kissing me harder.
Soft wet lips.
Tongue brushing against my own.
Fire in my blood, heating me, incinerating me.
He pushed me back suddenly, and my back hit the column. His hands roamed down my body, deliberately slow. Then he grabbed at my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips so he was flushed against me. My hand climbed up his chest and around the back of his neck. I opened my mouth more, accepted more of him in, the taste of his tongue so intoxicating, so rich with the flavour of him, I was dizzy.
I’d never done this. I didn’t think he had either. But we kissed like we’d been doing it for a lifetime. It came as naturally as breathing air.
My body buzzed, every inch of me felt licked by his touch. I poured myself into that kiss, every part of my soul unleashed with wild abandonment.
Here I was, under the boardwalk, kissing the boy of my dreams, feeling him pressed against me in ways I only imagined in my fantasies. I felt his grip tighten as he breathed harshly into my mouth, moving his hips in delicious motions against that spot between my legs that had me shaking.
He ate me alive with those lips. Tingles swarmed me, hot pleasure settled at the pit of my stomach. In that moment my being bent to him, and I moaned. Long and deep, from out of my throat and into his. A moan that spoke of pained pleasure and desperate need for more. And it was that sound that suddenly halted everything. One second I was wrapped around him, his tongue tasting my own, his hips pressed against me, a long hardness felt, and then… he let me go and he was gone.
It was abrupt; it took me several seconds for me to mentally catch up. My back was still against the column when I opened my eyes and searched for him. He was already wading out of the water, his back to me, his hands on top of his head.
My ears rang, my vision spotted. Why did the world still feel like it was a million miles away? I was trembling, both from his kiss and his abrupt leave. I told my body to move, but every step felt like a mission. I watched him gain speed and reach the beach, already slipping on his flops. He wouldn’t leave me, would he? No way. That wasn’t Aston.
My lungs were working harder, tears already settling behind my eyes as I finally made my way to him, closing the distance. He was standing beside my clothes, his back to me, his arms by his hips now and hands closed into fists.
I stopped several feet away, panting like a wild dog, feeling like my world was caving in every second he didn’t acknowledge my presence. “Aston,” I let out.
He turned around and I saw the look of torment on his face. His eyes raked my body again and then he turned away and shook his head. “No, Elise, no talking. Put your clothes on and let’s go.”
“But we –”
“Elise,” he cut in sharply, his voice hoarse, “please.”
I didn’t move. I refused to. “We kissed, Aston. Was that…Was that a mistake? I mean, I thought there was something there –”
“It shouldn’t have happened. You’re my…” his voice lowered. “You’re my sister, Elise.”
“I’m not really your sister, Aston!”
“But you are.”
My shoulders slumped. “Then why did you let it happen?”
He didn’t respond. He just shook his head and ran his hand through his hair again, pulling at the ends.
“Because you wanted it to happen,” I answered for him. “You know you did. Why are we doing this to each other? It’s not wrong!”
“Elise –”
“I’ve loved you since we were kids, Aston! And I saw the way you looked at me! You’ve never been with a girl before! And I’ve never been with a guy before! I know it’s because we want each other. We can find a way. Tell me you want to try. Admit how you feel. Please!”
“It can’t happen!” he shouted, the veins in his neck protruding as he glared at me.
Hot tears flooded out of my eyes. I was so lost. I felt foolish, and I wished we hadn’t left that house, wished that I’d slept through his knocks and didn’t answer, that I never pushed him about girls, or let my wall drop.