Virtual Attraction [COMPLETE]

28| A Second Time

Adam was an amazing kisser.

I tried not to think about all the other girls he must've kissed, to get this good.

Even before the kiss ended, I was already running over the event again in my mind. The way he'd suddenly gone quiet, his eyes zoomed in on my lips. How he'd leaned down and run his lips over mine as though he'd been thinking about doing this exact same thing for a long time. His thumbs brushed my cheek tenderly and I ignored all the warnings in my head that were telling me that kissing Adam Godfrey was not a good idea.

It was only when I felt my fingers reaching up to smoosh his hair, that I finally realized what I was doing. Pulling away, I forced myself to let go of this fantasy.

Now, standing without his lips attached to mine, I felt naked and vulnerable.

We stared at each other for a long moment, as though perhaps we could pretend what had just happened wasn't real, as long as we didn't break the silence.

I gained the courage to speak before Adam did. "That did not just happen."

Adam looked surprised, as though he'd expected me to be jumping with joy at the prospect of kissing him. It was disgusting how smug he was.

"Wait, why not?" he asked, adjusting his hair and eyeing me curiously.

"Because you're Adam Godfrey." Even in the darkness of Adam's house, I was half-expecting the entire student body to emerge from their hiding spots and laugh at my foolishness.

"You actually thought he liked you?" they'd say. "Blaze, you're dumber than your name".

He looked at me as though expecting me to say something else. But I was finished. It was self-explanatory, Adam was from another world. A world of caviar, Lamborghinis and billionaires. We were not compatible. I wasn't even sure if I liked him as a person, I didn't want to get in over my head.

"It was just one kiss," he said, eyes narrowing. In the darkness, I could barely make out the color of his eyes. Now they were just dark, beady circles instead of the radiant blue they usually were. "It never has to happen again."

"Good," I replied, breathing in a sigh of relief. At least we were on the same page about this.

"Good," he said, but his eyes dropped to my lips.

Then, he was kissing me again. But unlike the first time, this kiss was clumsier, ravenous and passionate.

My heart began skipping beats and thumping violently as though it was about to burst out of my chest. I told myself it was only because I was out-of-experience with kissing boys. I'd forgotten how good it felt. It didn't have anything to do with Adam himself...I definitely didn't like him. I only liked kissing him.

Then, an image of the A Midsummer's Night Eve painting Adam had created for our English project flashed in my mind. And then I remembered a scene from the story I'd read on Adam's desk and how similar it was to Demon In the Woods.

Suddenly it felt like I was kissing tar. I pulled away abruptly, leaving Adam looking slightly dazed, before he shook his head and stared at me with his usual too-bored-for-life expression. Why did he have to look so effortless and cool all the time?

My voice was raw and raspy when I croaked, "Adam, there's something I need to ask you."

"And you cannot laugh," I said, which only made him break into a grin. His smile reminded me of Elliot's, the way one side lifted slightly higher than the other.