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Chapter 2

Continued Ariana 15, Conall 16

My body jerks and sways to the side in the process of turning to face Conall. Strong hands hold my waist, steady me on my feet. I suck in a shaky breath as the sparks at the spot where he's touching me ignite, promising to turn into a full-blown blazing fire.

Conall. Only he calls me Ari.

The most desired and drool-worthy guy at school.

The son of a multi-millionaire asshole who doesn't like me for no apparent reason.

My unrequited love.

Any energy I had before completely leaves me now, and I relax into his arms.

My eyes widen with the realization that Conall is shirtless and is wearing only shorts. I'm pretty sure that's not how he was dressed going into the forest. My mouth moves but no words come out. I blink repeatedly.

His black hair is slicked back with sweat. His eyes are a pair of emeralds— gemstones sometimes even more expensive than diamonds. His sculpted face wears a frown.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" He narrows those priceless gemstones at me.

That snaps me out of my trance.

"Why do you have to be a jerk? You could have waited for me."

"I told you to turn back, Ari." He stares me down with disapproval.

I rarely do what people command me to do. Just doesn't sit well with me if someone barks orders and expects me to follow them without me using my brain or asking questions.

He sighs. "Are you okay?"

I nod. His face is perfect with high cheeks and tan skin. His thick eyelashes are every girl's weakness, and the jerk knows it. His black hair is longer than he usually wears it. I want to reach and run my hand through it.

He stares at me while stripping me of any coherent thoughts. He's the only boy who captivates me only with a simple glance. Charming. Fascinating. Kissable. Conall pulls me closer and our bodies connect. The familiar waves of electricity sparking between us— it happens every time he touches me, which usually happens to be by accident. But right now his tight grasp of my waist is no accident. I've wanted him to touch me a lot, especially ever since my teenage hormones started acting up. His free hand brushes my cheek leaving hot traces behind. My body shivers just from one of his touches.

Why doesn't he feel the same? If he did, he wouldn't be avoiding me, ignoring me at school and family gatherings. He'd be into me.

Wait... he's still holding me. Strange.

"Why are you still holding me, Conall? Last time I checked you were trying to run away from me like a scared bunny."

His chuckle is the sweetest sound to my ears. "Because I can."

He leans in and crushes his lips on mine, catching me by surprise. He's never kissed me before, so why now. He licks the contours of my mouth and my lips part open for him. His tongue tastes me, explores my mouth. He deepens the kiss and the intensity changes to a starved kiss, as if he got his first taste and now he wants more. I brace myself for what's to come next. My body is tense and trembles in his arms.

I always thought I'd be nervous to kiss a boy. Conall is my first kiss. I wanted to save it for him, and I thought I was going to be nervous. But as his hands move from my waist to my back, I relax and mold into his body. My breasts press against his naked chest and his warm skin seeps heat into my body. My nipples harden and I can feel his smile on my lips.