Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 34

Jessie's P.O.V

The glow of the TV cast a faint light between us, though neither of us was really paying attention to the screen. I was trying so hard to focus on the movie, to not think about how close I wanted Allie to be sitting. I didn't want her to think I'd only asked her back to my apartment for one thing. But even as I told myself that, my mind kept wandering back to her—wondering if she felt the same tension I did.

I shifted slightly as I placed my now empty mug on the coffee table, and just as I did, I noticed Allie's hand inching across the sofa, coming to rest much closer to me than what seemed natural. My heart pounded harder, the blood rushing in my ears, drowning out whatever dialogue was happening in the movie. Was she trying to close the distance between us? Did she want what I wanted?

I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself, but my body moved on its own. Slowly, carefully, I placed my hand next to hers—not touching, but close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. Neither of us looked at each other; our gazes were locked on the TV, both pretending to be engrossed, but our hands told a different story.

We inched closer, millimeter by millimeter, the space between us dissolving until, finally, our fingers brushed.

The lightest touch sent a jolt through me, electricity sparking under my skin, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.

Allie's pinky hooked itself into mine, tentative but deliberate, and my chest tightened as I let my eyes flutter shut. The sensation was overwhelming in its simplicity, in how much that tiny contact could mean.

My breath hitched as I moved my hand over hers, intertwining our fingers in a slow, deliberate motion. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel the slight tremble in her hand, the rapid pulse that mirrored my own. Neither of us spoke, neither of us moved except to hold on tighter, the silence between us thick with unspoken desire.

Allie's breathing deepened, a soft exhale that told me everything I needed to know. She was feeling it too—the pull, the need. And I wouldn't be surprised if she could feel my heart racing just from the way our hands were touching.

We sat like that for what felt like forever, time standing still as our fingers remained locked together, both of us too afraid and too eager to take the next step. But then, to my surprise, Allie turned her head and looked at me. No more subtle glances, no more hiding behind stolen looks. Her eyes were on me, filled with a kind of longing and want that made my stomach flip.

I looked down at first, suddenly feeling shy in a way I hadn't expected. I was usually confident, calm when it came to moments like this, but something about Allie had me nervous. But when I finally met her gaze, that nervousness melted into something else—something more intense.

I opened my mouth to say something, though I didn't even know what, but I didn't need to. Before I could speak, Allie gently tugged me toward her, closing the space between us on the sofa. The world slowed down around us, the only thing that mattered was her. Her eyes, still locked on mine, flickered with an intensity that made my heart pound even harder.

Allie's hands slid up my arms, her touch leaving a trail of warmth and shivers in its wake. She rested her arms over my shoulders, pulling me even closer, and it took everything in me not to close the distance right then. Her breath fanned across my skin, and I could feel her chest rising and falling in time with my own.

I let my hands slide up her thighs, feeling the denim of her jeans beneath my fingers, and when my touch traveled higher, I heard her breathing hitch. That sound alone sent a wave of heat through me, desire building with every second.