A Month To Live - Extras

The Distraction

 
His fingers were absentmindedly trailing up and down my inner forearm as he flicked through the sports magazine he was reading. I couldn’t help but scowl down at my practice test paper as my mind struggled to concentrate. His touch, light as it was, was one of the most distracting things I’d ever experienced.

I let out a huff of air and turned my frown upon him.

‘Bradley,’ I complained. He glanced up at me with an inquisitive look. ‘I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that,’ I told him.

‘Oh,’ he said, looking down. He picked up my hand and brought it to his face, kissing the tips of my fingers lightly and smiling slowly over at me. ‘Sorry.’

He pulled his hand away and busied himself with his magazine once more. I wasn’t sure if I bought his innocent act or not.

I sighed again and blinked down at the equations in front of me. I managed to complete one more answer before I felt his fingers grazing my hand once more. I clenched my jaw and tried to move on to the next question but it was almost impossible. His thumb was running over my inner wrist so gently it nearly made me ticklish.

‘Bradley,’ I whined. ‘You’re doing it again.’

‘Huh? Oh,’ he said, looking up at me. He grinned when he realised. ‘I didn’t mean to. It keeps happening on its own!’

He drew his hand back a second time and turned the pages of the magazine with disinterest until he found something he wanted to read.

I realised I was staring at him then, and bit my lip before looking down at the paper. It took me roughly three seconds to know that I wouldn’t be able to do any more work tonight. I set my pencil down and turned to eye him up sneakily instead.

I could see his eyes darting from side to side as he read and I leaned my chin on my hand. His hair was slightly ruffled and messy as it was almost the end of the day. I liked it that way the most. He was wearing a Richmond high sweater – bright red of course. Red suited him though. It was my favourite colour on him, in fact. He really could pull it off with his dark hair and eyes.

I reached out and brushed his shoulder, straightening out a wrinkle from his hoody. My hand didn’t want to leave him, though, and I trailed it down his upper arm slowly. No matter how sexy he looked in red, I would prefer him with that sweater removed.

‘Now what did I do?’ he asked, glancing over as he turned another page. ‘You’re staring, you know,’ he added, focusing back on me and tilting his head slightly.

‘I know,’ I replied, sliding my hand down and resting it in the crook of his elbow. I almost wanted to sigh out loud as I looked over his handsome face.

‘Staring at what?’ he asked in an amused voice.

‘You,’ I replied, quirking my lips up.

He gave me a devastating smile then. Even now, a smile like that from him had the capability of making my heart stop beating. I was glad I was sitting because I was pretty sure I was on the verge of swooning.

‘You’re supposed to be studying,’ he chastised me, though in a somewhat teasing way.

'I know,’ I sighed.

I couldn’t help but reach up and stroke his hair, flattening it slightly. I must say, I preferred the times I was messing it up.

'And you said I was distracting you,’ he said, narrowing his eyes slightly. I saw the familiar heat kindling in his eyes as he looked back at me.

‘Clearly you are,’ I said with a wicked grin, brushing my fingers over his ear.

‘Get back to your test,’ he said, scowling at me. I knew I had him then.