I don't mean to stare at Simon for so long. I'm trying to form words, but nothing is coming out.
All those things he said at the park today, about the beautiful girl he loves... I didn't think he was talking about me.
But now that I think about it, he said that she had green eyes, and her birthday is this weekend. Which is why he wouldn't ask her out.
Simon was going to ask me out. Simon thinks I'm beautiful. Simon...loves me?
I shake my head and Simon notices my pained expression. He can't like me. He's my best friend. We've always been there for each other. Why couldn't he just accept that we are friends? How could he even think of me like that?
But isn't that what I was doing? At the park today, It was like seeing Simon in a totally different perspective.
I look at Simon who has tears in his eyes. I fight mine back and try to talk but can't.
He looks out his window and unlocks the doors.
"You should probably leave."
He says quietly. I wouldn't have been able to hear him if it wasn't for my heightened senses.
I swallow a lump in the back of my throat.
"Simon I-"
"No Bella. Don't say something you will regret." I can hear the pain in his voice clearly. He was expecting a different reaction. Mine wasn't the one he wanted.
When I don't leave, Simon leans his head on the back of his chair, closing his eyes.
I do the same, and we both just sit there.
"I tried...I really did." Simons voice is husky. "Tried to fight my feelings for you. I knew it want right. But every time I saw you," Simon looks over at me. "Touched you," he places a hand on the side of my face.
My breath hitches as shocks tingle there way from my face to my toes.
I'm not supposed to feel that with him.
I slowly lift my eyes to meet Simons baby blues. When they meet, I can't make myself look away.
"I can't fight it anymore, Arabella."
What? Can't fight wha-
I don't have time to finish my thoughts, cause Simon crushes his lips to mine. It's slow and tender, like he doesn't want to crush me. My whole body weakens and I lean into him for support. My mind starts racing. Why do I feel like this? I have never thought of Simon as more than a friend. But now...
I push all my thought away and focus on the kiss. I don't kiss him back, but when he goes to pull away, I move my hands into his hair and pull him down into me. Our mouths move in sync and Simon unbuckles me, never breaking the kiss. My whole body is on fire as he pulls me into his lap.
A small voice In my head says to take things slow, but the rest of my brain is mentally slapping myself.
I pull back to catch my breath and Simon pushes my hair out of my face. His strong arms wrap around me and I kiss him again. This time stronger and filled with something more. I feel Simons tongue trace my bottom lip, asking for permission, but I don't give it to him, making him groan and pull me even closer. Our kiss intensifies and when Simon bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me moan, he slips his tongue in.
My heart is racing as our mouths dance with each other.
When it feels like hours have passed Simon finally pulls away.
"I think you should go inside."
He says, out of breath and tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear.
I shake my head no and don't get up. I don't ever want to leave this moment. It's to much. To perfect. If I ever thought Ryder was the one, then I was way wrong. I have never felt like this before. Not with Ryder, not with anyone. But I do with Simon.
"Come one Bella, your parents are probably going to be home soon. What will they say if they see us eating each other's faces?" Simon smiles a lop sided smile and I laugh.
But when I think about what time my parents said they would be home...
I lean in to Simons ear and lick my lips. "They won't be home until tomorrow morning." I whisper.
I feel Simons breath hitch and can hear the speed of his heart.
Simon fumbles to take the keys out of the ignition, then pushes the door open. I giggle and then scream a little when Simon picks me up out of the car.
When he closes the car door to look at me, I kiss him. This time, he doesn't pull away and starts to walk to the front door, never once stumbling or breaking out kiss.
When we reach the door, Simon pulls away and smiles sexily at me.
"Back pocket." I whisper, and Simon pulls my legs around him. He places one hand around my waist, and the other grabs my butt lightly. Simon trails his fingers to my back pocket and grabs the keys, never taking his eyes off of me.
When did he become so skilled? So... Sexy and loving at the same time? When did I start to feel all these mixed emotions about him?
All I know is that whatever I'm feeling, I'm sure it isn't going to go away any time soon.
Simon flings open the door and closes it behind us, leading us through the house blindly. Surprisingly, he knew where he was going without bumping into anything. Let me tell you, that takes skill.
I don't know where we are, but Simon slowly lays me down onto something soft. When I open my eyes, we are in my bedroom. My heart picks up its pace, beating even faster if thats even possible. At the rate its going, I'm sure It might burst.
Simon looks at me, even in the dark of the room, I can see his eyes glisten in the moonlight.
Simon pushed my hair away from my face, then tilts my chin up. I blush a dark crimson and turn my head away from him. He turns it back and leans down to my ear.
"Don't ever shy away from me." He whispers, his hot breath on my ear making me gasp. "You're too beautiful."
Simon moves away from my ear and kisses my forehead. A sweet gesture that makes me smile. He kisses both corners of my mouth, and I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his mouth on my skin. He moves up and places the lightest kisses on my eyelids before moving down my face, to my neck. I can't help but move my neck to the side, giving him better access.
Simon kisses my collar bone, making me shutter, the hairs on the back of my neck raising.
He slips his hand under the bottom of my shirt, tracing circles on my stomach with his thumb. Simon moves his face back up to mine and presses our lips together once again. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. The weight of his body on top of mine overwhelmed me more than it should have.
When Simons hand slipped up under my shirt, I gasped and he pulled away from me. I could see his blush as he pulled my shirt back down and sat up.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles, running a hand through his already messy hair.
I don't say anything, instead I sit up and look across my room at my vanity mirror.
My hair is messy and tangled, I'm sure even a brush won't fix it. My shirt is still half up, exposing a small part of my stomach that is still tingling from Simons touch. My lips are swollen and pink, almost bruised from the compassion in our kisses. And my neck...lets just hope that the hickeys clear up by morning.
I turn and look at Simon, but he is already staring at me.
I smile and get up out of bed, making my way to my closet. When I pulled out my pajamas, I then walked back over to the bed. Not bothering to go into the bathroom to change, I instead strip down in front of Simon. His eyes fallow everywhere my hands go and touch. Before I grab my pjs, I stand there, letting him take me in. His eyes go from the top of my head to my toes more than once. His eyes lingering in certain spots, making me blush.
He releases a long shaky breath, the stands toe to toe with me, careful not to touch me.
I reach my hand out to rest it on his chest but he pulls away.
Being hurt by his rejection, I frown and go to reach for my cloths when he grabs ahold of my arm.
"I didn't mean to upset you." He says quietly, but his voice is rough and hypnotic. "I just-"
"Just what?" I stand there, becoming shy and chilled by the coolness of the room, waiting for his answer.
His eyes drift over my one more time before he leans in, though he still doesn't touch.
"Because, Arabella," he breaths out my name, it slides so smoothly off his tongue. I can't help but think of his moaning it.
"Because if I ever touched your skin the way I want to...I don't think I'll ever be able to stop."
That's when I knew I was in deep.
