Page 40 of Max

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and my eyes zeroed in on the movement. I wanted to do it for him. I longed to taste that lip. I needed to kiss him.

"Don't you think it's time you do it now?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Huh?" what was he talking about?

"Bean, look at me," he called. I gave him my eyes. "Is there something you want right now?"

What I wanted at that moment was to finally taste him. Our situation of looking and not touching was getting ridiculous. We were both adults, and if he felt just a half of what I felt, he would relent and make the first move.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Then take it," he said.

"I can't," I admitted.

I had to look at those amazing lips just for one more second. So, I could imagine what they would feel like, what he would taste like. What it would be like for once in my life to get something I wanted.

"Why not?" he kept at me.

"I'm scared."

I was shaking like a deer trying to walk for the first time, the need pumping strong in my veins.

"What are you scared of?" he asked.

"Rejection," I didn't even know what I was saying. My whole focus was his lips and how much I wanted them on mine.

"Skylar, honey, look at me," he called to get my attention again.

I tried to look him in those beautiful eyes of his, I really did, but mine kept going back to his mouth.

"There would be no rejection."

"How can you be so sure you don't even know what I want."

"I'm sure."

"Maybe what I want is something bad,"

"It's not," he assured me.

"But how do you know?"

" Because you're not capable of doing something bad."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know you."

"You don't know me," I argued.

"I do."

"How can you possibly know me when you just met me four days ago?"

"Baby, I know you," there was a cocky smile on his mouth.

"How?"