His Hidden Little Secrets

June 16th ADC pt. 2

PREVIOUSLY....

Maybe you should forget about Carter," he says, as if he was reading my mind. "Just think about us. You and I."

He used his fingers on my chin to turn my head towards him, and he gazed into my eyes.

"Saige... Saige Linnea..."

Wait, how did he know my middle name?! Only my parents and Carter and Kristen knew it!

He leaned in close to me and I stopped breathing for a second, then he....

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Then he hugs me.

He simply freaking hugs me.

A hug that lasts about 5 seconds. Though it was tight and close, I find myself fairly disappointed.

I want a kiss. I want him to kiss the pain away.

When he pulls away from me and stares at me intently. "You wanted me to kiss you, didn't you," he says, reading my mind exactly.

"No," I state dishonestly.

"You did." A big smile grows on his face. "You wanted me to kiss you."

"Carter? Remember that guy?" I cross my arms. "I'm still not over him. He's still technically my boyfriend."

"Well, did Carter ever want you to be happy?"

"Did he what?"

"Did he want you to be happy, Saige?"

"Of course he did," I scoff. "He was my BOYFRIEND."

"If he wanted you to be happy," he stops to breath in a sharp breath. "Then be happy and kiss me."

"Braden, no. I can't..."

"You want to, Saige. You want to. I want to. Let me take away your sadness for once."

"I can't, Braden." I open the door and get out of his car. "And plus, no one can kiss as good as Carter could."

I begin to walk away and I find myself with tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel like I'm in a love triangle; except one of the guys is dead. I'm so overwhelmed.

Then, I suddenly feel a hand grab my waist and I jump, grabbing its clutch, but I'm not strong enough to get it off me. The hand turns me around and then...

I am met face to face, lip to lip, with Braden Jackson.

If I were any other girl, my dreams would be coming true. He smells better than Carter; he's wearing the kind of cologne that fills the Abercrombie and Fitch stores. He dresses nicer and his hair is always perfectly in place. His dark brown eyes are beautiful and mystifying, and oh shit. He's a goddamn good kisser. Definitely a better kisser that Carter, though I hate to admit that.

But I'm not like the other girls. Right?

His lips are soft yet forceful as they continue to kiss mine over and over again. He cups his hands under my face, and I find myself sliding my hands behind his neck, standing on my tip-toes because he's so tall.