The secrets of summer

Chapter 27

Colton sits down on the longest couch beside Hope and Justin. I don't look up, afraid of seeing his beautiful green-blue eyes. I don't know what they will be hiding or what emotions will be showing but I know I will find out soon.

Sometime during this awkward silence Hope and Justin have disappeared from the room. It seems as though it's a lot smaller without the dancing bodies surrounding the floor.

"I think I need to work on my tan." Cassie gets up and takes Evan's hand. Before I know it, I'm left in the room with Colton.

The floor boards are creaking under his weight, with every step he takes. I can feel the energy in the room. The air thickens and I struggle to breath. I want to force myself out of this chair but my muscles refuse to move.

His hand is on my arm now and my skin is burning, my thoughts of wanting to leave have now been replaced with my desire for him. Someone sniffles and I think he's crying, until he slowly runs his finger across my cheek catching the soft drops before they fall from my face.

"Why are you crying?" he asks. I can't find my voice, I just sit there in the chair.

He picks me up and wraps my legs around him. I throw my arms around his neck and squeeze tightly never wanting to let go. When he stands up I can see everyone looking at us through the window, but what is it that I see? Envy? Disgrace?

He drops me on the bed and he smiles, every time we are in this room something magical happens. His legs are spread on opposite sides of my body, he smiles a shy smile and I nod knowing what he's thinking. He leans down and kisses my lips making me impatient. He kisses an inch lower than my ear and I moan his name.

He pulls off of me and looks ashamed that we have fallen back into such patterns.

"Can we please try this again?" I ask. I stare into his eyes trying to beg him, to convince him that this is right for us. It may be wrong for everyone else but this is what we are good at.

"We can't. It's not healthy. And what about Bri, we've already hurt her too much." He is one hundred percent right. I just don't care anymore, every second without him is another second I am wishing I was with him. He is like a drug to me, I shouldn't do it but I can never stop myself.

"Kiss me." I plea "Love me, like the only way you know how too."

And with that we are enwrapped in each other's bodies. Our kisses drowning out the soft cries falling from our lips.