The Exchange

Chapter 15- A Quick Escape

Sasha felt out of breath, as though her lungs were being flattened and her airways had been lodged with something hard. There was a weight in her stomach, tying her to her bed, preventing her from moving. It was as if she were suffocating from the inside.

She'd been lying in her room for the last hour constantly repeating the kiss in her head.

Julien's kiss. A kiss like no other.

Even just the thought of it made Sasha feel as though she'd break into a thousand pieces.

At first it was light, just a brush of lips on her own, scarcely even there. But when she hadn't pulled away he'd  deepened it, moving his hand to the dip in her lower back and pulling her closer to him. She'd willingly complied, placing her hands to his chest and feeling his rippled torso through his shirt.

And then Julien's tongue had darted across her lower lip, making her heart race like never before and stomach flip. She'd turned into a pool in his arms.

At first Sasha had been shocked by the kiss. But when she felt his wet tongue dance with her own something growled inside of her and she'd taken control.

No longer the usual shy girl she'd threaded her fingers through his tousled hair, drawing them even closer so their bodies molded into one, leaving no space between them. Julien's large hands had travelled down her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before cupping the back of her neck, deepening the kiss further.

Suddenly there'd been the sound of a door slamming shut upstairs in the house, closely followed by footsteps.

Breaking the trance, they'd pulled away from each other alarmed by this unexpected interruption. Julien's eyes had been filled with desire, his lids hooded and his lips moist.

Sasha had tried to catch her breath, her brain flooding with thoughts. Her skin had felt like it was on fire, still felt like it was on fire, especially the parts that Julien had touched. The parts he had run his fingers over, delicately and then harder as if he desperately needed her.

The sound of Annette's voice had caused Sasha to quickly stand and walk inside, a bemused look plastered on her face. But not before she'd taken a final glance at the beautiful boy still seated on the porch. That dimpled smile would never leave her thoughts.

Escaping back upstairs to her room Sasha tried to recollect herself, but her heart was pounding too hard in her chest to think straight. She curled her toes recalling Julien's smoldering stare, his sweet taste, and his intoxicating musky smell.

Sasha had never been kissed like that before. It was hot and deep. Completely different from all her past experiences. This kiss had reached right into her and flipped her inside out.

She was swimming in this warm, unexplainable feeling. A feeling she did not know existed until now. Her eyes glimmered and she let out a squeal, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

But why had Julien kissed her? Had the kiss left him feeling the same as her? Or did he just do it in the spur of the moment?

These thoughts raced through Sasha's brain finally landing on a single question. What did he want from her?

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Annette clasped her mobile phone in her hand, watching Sasha march up and down the room angrily.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Annette carefully considered her next sentence. It pained her to see her daughter in such a state, but she couldn't seem to find the right words to make it better. And it was because she couldn't give Sasha what she truly wanted; a father who showed that he actually cared.