Falling for the Blind girl (book 1)

i need something (or someone) different

SAMMY'S POV

I sit at my desk in chemistry class. I don't sit with anyone in that class because how are you supposed to do work with a blind girl right? It sucks sometimes but other times I'm thankful because I rather not have people talk behind my back about how he or she has no chance making it through the class with me as their partner.

But before the bell rings for class to begin I feel a presence next to me. Like someone is sitting down next to me.

"Hey" I hear a husky, raspy male voice say from next me. The voice is somewhat familiar but I don't believe that I have heard it in a long time.

"Hi" I reply

"We have never spoke before but I see you around. My name is Blake"

"I'm Sammy" I give a light smile

"Do you mind if I be your lab partner?" He asks

I stay silent for a moment but then say "are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yeah why?" I hear the confusion in his voice

"People will probably talk"

He laughs, the sound all so low but all so sexy I will admit "forget them"

I blush "I don't mind if you be my partner but you will have to help me a lot"

"I don't mind helping you"

I bite my lip and then ask "can I...um...touch you" he doesn't reply and I give a nervous laugh "not like that! Just...I have been practicing knowing what someone looks like by touching them"

"You can't just see me?" He asks

This time I give him a confused look "didn't you know I'm blind?"

He hesitates before speaking "I don't really listen to what people have to say. Like rumors and stuff. You don't ever look like you can't see when I see you in the halls. I guess I never really thought about it"

Its as if I can hear the blush in his voice when he says "you can...uh...touch me"

Hesitantly, I reach my hand out to him and my fingers touch his bare arm. "I think you have tattoos" I say, feeling his arm "a lot of them"

He chuckles "the arm you are touching has a full sleeve of tattoos, the other one doesn't."

My hand drift up his arm and touches the fabric of his shirt "you have on a flannel short with the sleeves rolled up...right?"

"Right"

I turnmy body to face him. My hand wanders up and touches the side of his face. I feel his eyes close as his eyelashes brush down against the side of my hand. My fingers softly touch his hair "you have...brown hair?"

"My natural hair color is brown but I died it black" he tells me

I smile and I feel my fingers graze his bottom lip. My stomach flutters and I instantly remove my hand from his face.

Blushing, I feel my hand down his shirt and to the waistband of his pants.

I hear him suck in a breath and then grab my hand

My face must be the deepest shade of red right now "sorry" I bite my lip "I have to work on not doing that"

He laughs a nervous laugh "yeah"

"Khaki pants?" I ask

"Your really good at that" he comments

Realization that my hand is still in his hits me. But for some reason I don't take my hand away. Instead I softly touch the palm of his hand with my fingertips. "Your hands are warm" I mumble