Page 44 of Firefly
So, I step closer this time.
Deliberately.
My hands slide up his chest slowly, trembling against hard muscle beneath his hoodie.
He goes completely still beneath my touch. “You feel real,” I whisper, and his breathing roughens instantly.
“So do you,” he whispers as tears sting my eyes again.
“I dreamt about you every night,” I say, lifting the bottom of his hoodie and running my fingers against his ribs.
“Firefly…”
“I would sleep with your hoodie because it was all I had left.” My voice cracks apart.“You still own me.”
The sound he makes is almost painful as his forehead drops against mine roughly while his hands flex at my sides, fisting into my tight shirt like he’s trying to stop himself from touching me more than he already has.
“Don’t say that,” he warns.
“Why?”
“Because I'm trying really hard to be good right now,” he says, and I giggle.
“Since when are you good?” I ask as his eyes drop to my mouth, and suddenly, breathing becomes impossible.Kiss me. Please.The plea screams through every part of me.
I rise slightly onto my toes unconsciously. And he notices immediately. “Touch me,” I whisper, and he closes his eyes hard.
“Ophelia…” he growls, and I fist his hoodie.
“I don’t care about Brayden. Do you hear me? I never stopped loving you!” I yell.
“Fuck!” He curses under his breath as his restraint cracks. One more push and he’d kiss me. One more second and I’d let him ruin me willingly.
“I need you,” I whisper, and that does it. He grips my wrists gently but firmly, stopping me from pulling him closer.
His breathing turns ragged while he stares at me like I’m his favorite kind of torture.
“Not like this,” he says, and pain slices right through me.
“What?” I gasp completely stunned.
“You’re drunk,” he says, and I scoff.
“I know exactly what I’m saying.”
“And you’re still with Brayden,” he says, his voice hardening. “I’m not touching you until you’re sober and away from that rich prick,” he growls. Rejection burns hotter than fire.
“Wow,” I say, yanking my hands free.
“Don’t do that,” he warns.
“Do what?” I ask as tears spill angrily down my cheeks. “Throw me away again?” I snap.
“That’s not what this is,” he says as his face twists.
“Then what is it?” I scream. “Because you say you still love me but you won’t let me near you!”
“Because if I start touching you right now, I’m not stopping,” he says.
