Page 68 of Eight Weeks
When I get back from throwing the wooden stick away, I notice Sofia shivering slightly. I mean, I get it. She might be wearing a winter jacket, but perhaps putting on a goddamn skirt wasn’t her smartest decision. And I highly doubt these wisteria-colored stockings that only go to her mid-thighs do anything to warm her legs.
She looks sexy as hell, but I’ve been wondering when she’d start shivering.
Before I get to ask Sofia if she’s cold, which she would answer with yes, she’s already bringing her hands to my face, carefully pulling my head down until our lips meet.
She’s kissing me.
Sofia iskissingme.
Not for the first time, mind you, but it’s still… wow.
No, that’s false, itisthe first timesheis kissingmewithout me daring her to.
I’m not surprised that it feels right, a little too right, maybe. But then again, I’m convinced that Sofia and I were meant to be together from the second we met, so maybe “too right” isn’t a thing.
Now, I’m not some believer in everything supernatural, or people being destined for one another. For the longest time in my life, I didn’t even think soul mates were a thing. But Sofia proves me wrong.
Sheismy soul mate, and I will never believe anything else.
The way her tongue sweeps over my bottom lip startles me for a second, but fuck, I want her to do it again.
The banana taste is still there, but I don’t give a fuck. If I had to, I’d eat tons of bananas for her. I’d eat one or ten a day if she asked me to. Perhaps I’m a banana-lover after all.
Her mouth brushes mine, over and over again, and when I try to pull away from her to take a quick breath, Sofia finds it much better to slide her tongue into my mouth.
I’m not going to complain. So then I will die of oxygen-deprivation. At least I died a happy death, having kissed my childhood crush, my now girlfriend, for the last thing I did with my life.
As her hands slide down my neck, gripping on to my jacket tightly into her fists, an all too familiar desire surges through me and rushes right down to my balls.
I promised myself to not move too fast with her. We might have rushed into our relationship, but we also had to go a whole thirteen years without any sort of contact. Nonetheless, I want to go at her pace, do only what Sofia is comfortable with… and yet when her tongue touches mine, and she lets out the softest of moan right into my mouth, I’m so close to tipping over, losing the ground beneath me, that I barely realize what I do next.
Taking Sofia’s hands from my body, I interlock one with mine and make her follow me behind the rowed-up food stalls.
Nobody is back here, nobody and nothing except for a couple of extra trashcans from the stalls. Not sure if anyone is ever going back here either, or if they do, they’ll hopefully leave as quickly as they came.
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Sofia
“And you keep on falling, baby, figure it out”—Falling by Chase Atlantic
My back hits the wall ofone of these food stalls, but I don’t care because the second it does, Aaron’s lips are back on mine.
I meant to kiss him all day long, was waiting for him to kiss me… but it never happened. Admittedly, I didn’t want to weird out my friends by kissing Aaron randomly in front of them, and I assume he thought the same.
But now we are kissing, and fuck, I do not want to stop. Ever.
I’m not sure if it’s a lack of oxygen in my brain that makes me think making out in public isn’t inappropriate, but right at this moment, I really don’t give any fucks. Besides, nobody’s here, now, is there?
“I lied,” I admit once Aaron gives us a second to draw in ragged breaths.
“I know.”
“About the kiss not meaning anything, I mean.” His lips press to mine again, quickly, shortly. Not nearly long enough to put out the fire it was lighting up.
“I know, love.”
Leaning my head against the wooden wall, I draw my eyebrows together, bringing a hand up to his face to keep his mouth parted from mine. “You knew?”
