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Chapter Sixty-Six: Newt Hutchins You're Under Arrest!

Chapter Sixty-Six: Newt Hutchins You're Under Arrest!

I loved romance books. 

Have I ever told you that? Maybe.

Romance books were great. Sometimes, they were even greater when something goes wrong but went right in the end so that the whole point of reading it was worth it. 

And don't get me started on other stuffs. 

The romance itself was so amazing that I forgot mostly about the basic plot before I indulged myself in the story of the main character and the love interest. The flow, the slow ride was so thrilling to read that I became one with the ink on the paper. I was whoever Mary, Emma, Charlotte was and I experienced every one of their romances with them. It was something so easy yet wonderous... that words, black inks on white papers- could build worlds. 

Build castles, build feelings. 

And when all of that stops, when you reach the last page where that ink ends- the world ceases to exists. I'm too familiar with it. With the feeling of a world coming to stand still, and continuing to live inside your brain as long as you can remember it. 

My God I'm rambling.

But something didn't add up.

Up until someone who turned my mundane life into something strangely worth living for stumbled into my little cocoon of comfort and pulled me up to let me see whatever that were worth seeing and feeling for. And not in the square pages of books, but in a world where I lived in. 

Starry fields. 

Ferris wheel rides. 

Hot dogs.

Cop chase.

Hours of goofing around inside our houses. 

Randomly getting touchy with each other. 

Getting in trouble. 

A shaky, sometimes thrilling, sometimes scary, sometimes exciting up-and-downs to which I got addicted to was now a constant reminder of my glorious high school days .. high school days that I begged for to be over. Now I wanted more. I want more. Was I too greedy for it? Perhaps, but after all, you couldn't stop your heart from wanting something though, right?

That'd be cruel.

But that was all me. I never got to know what he felt in our little adventures.

But sometimes... I wondered though. I wondered what he felt. 

And, even though I hated to admit it, most of my conclusions came to a stop in a negative affirm. Something I never got to bring myself to think about in a positive light. 

Does he like me? Does he not?

I supposed I'll never know. 

I suppose I will never know.

But right now, I wasn't sure of my own confidence.

At first, I couldn't think much of anything, I was too preoccupied to panic over everything and then, as though something had hit me over my head- I felt it. 

Frozen in my place, unable to move or think, I felt his lips on mine and god was that amazing. 

The back of my thighs tingling, my ears and neck burning, his lips moved on mine and before I could even properly realize wat the hell was happenong, I did the same. 

And I felt electricity. 

All thoughts of what kisses are supposed to feel like leaves my body and I, unable to control my actions, grabbed a fistful of his shirt in my hand, pulling him closer- desperate to feel something more.