Chapter 2: Goldie Locks
I ended the call, stuffing the slim phone into the back pocket of my shorts. When I looked up, Tom was standing his hair distraught as he limped forward, a scowl on his face.
I smiled, batting my eyelashes, giving my most precious puppy eyes I had, as I slowly backed myself against the closed door. I struggled to find the doorknob, and he seemed to notice because his hand came down beside my face, against the frame of the door, cutting off my only hope of escaping.
"You're not going anywhere princess." he whispered blissfully into my ear.
I gulped, pressing myself closer into the door, practically molding myself into it.
His body suddenly pressed against mine, pressing me deeper into the door. My breath hitched in my throat, I could feel his lips brush my earlobes ever so slightly.
“Not so funny now is it?” his voice was raspy as he said this, so much so that it made me shudder and break out in goose bumps.
I couldn’t answer. His sudden closeness seemed to paralyze me completely. In fact, we were so close that when I looked up into his eyes, I could see the flecks of grey that bloomed against his crystal blue gaze. He seemed…sexier. I shuddered again; the thought of considering him good-looking repulsed me.
“Do I make you nervous Goldie Locks?” the nickname made me more uncomfortable than his proximity.
“N-no!” I stammered, mentally slapping myself. From the rise of his lips, I knew he knew. “I h-have to g-go.” I sputtered out, half-way opening the door to have it slammed again. I sighed, pressing my forehead against the door. My breaths were coming out uneven and raspy with nervousness.
His chest kept brushing against my back, making me inch closer onto the door until I was up against it. My heart was still pounding fervidly in my chest making it almost inaudible to hear his soft even breaths upon my neck. I shuddered again.
Then the weirdest thing happened, butterflies. I could feel huge butterflies in my stomach, their wings fluttering up to my heart so quickly that my heart beat sped up. There were so many of them, especially with his fingertips brushing my hip, slowly pulling me onto him. His fingers rose, sliding over my ribs, crinkling the cotton shirt. Then the boarder of my bra. My heart was going so fast I felt like I was having a heart attack, but it felt so good too.
My body unconsciously pressed away from the door and onto him, a yearning so deep it controlled me. I half moaned when his fingers slid down the side of my torso, reaching my hips to tug them closer to his. A part of me wanted to make him stop but another part wanted him to keep going, especially when his fingers were trailing the hem of my shorts, daring to bring them down.
Tom backed away the moment that he heard the knock on the door; I exhaled a sigh of relief. I stepped away from him and fixed the crinkled shirt, and then I escaped, taking the stairs two at a time. When I reached the bottom I collided with someone. He was big, and his hair was messy in certain parts, his eyes were grey, just like Tom’s.
“Dad this is Rachelle.” It was Austin who spoke, his eyes glinted with delight.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you, it was an accident, and I swear it won’t happen again.” I spoke in a sudden rush of embarrassment.
“It’s okay, you’d think I’d learn my lesson from all the times my children ran into me when I passed the damn staircase.”
I giggled; he was just as charming as Austin. “Yeah I guess so, my mom doesn’t tolerate running in the house.”
