The Transfer Student

The Transfer Student: Chapter Twenty-five

My hands shook as I turned the bathroom door knob and stepped out, wearing a large t-shirt that came to my mid-thigh. Running  a hand through my loose, curling hair I looked up.

Shane was sitting up in bed, his face half lit by one lamp, all other lights in the room were off. His arms were locked around his knees and he stared at me from under his bangs with a look of, wonder? facination?

When did things change?

When did I stop thinking of him as a friend and start wanting him to be the friend that stood by my side forever and watched our children grow? The friend that sat on the porch with me in the late summer sun when all of life had passed us by? the friend that stood waiting at the end of the isle in black while I walked toward him all in white, the friend that I loved with all my heart?

Knowing that I would have to make a move I walked to his side of the bed and sat down in front of him, one leg under me.

A soft smile appeared on his face and he took my hands in his, "You're beautiful, Bella, always have been." He leaned closer, "Now your beauty is tormenting me because I want you to be mine...and I want to be yours." His voice grew husky, "I wish all of your smiles were at me, I wish I could hold you at night, I wish I could take your hand whenever we walk to together, I wish...I wish I had the confidence to kiss you right now."

Shane looked down, dropping my hands, "I wish you thought of me instead of him."

Taking Shane's face in my hands, I lifted his chin to look at him and smiled, "For a while now, I have thought of no one else but you, Shane."

His eyes widened and then closed, his hands reaching up to cover mine on his face. 

Then, before I even fully realized it, Shane had opened his eyes, leaned over and kissed me softly. The fire in my stomach exploded, heat spread through my body, making even my fingertips warm.

Shane pulled me into his lap and I put my arms around his neck, my hands running through his hair as he wrapped his arms around me, trying to get me as close to him as possible. Moving my knees to rest on either side of him, he deeped the kiss and slid his tongue into my mouth, making me sigh. I dragged my nails lightly up the back of his neck and pulled his hair, he gasped in response and smiled, he bit my lips softly and I shivered. 

Kissing him felt right, nothing that might happen would make me have any regrets, Shane was who I was supposed to be with, I only wished I'd realized it months ago.

Pausing for a moment Shane moved me under him, putting us under the blankets. Pressing his face into my neck, my whispered my name, reached over, and flicked off the light. 

Kissing me again, he slid his hands under my shirt, discovering I was wearing absolutely nothing under it. I helped him pull it over my head and we simply lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, enjoying the feeling of our warm skin touching in contrast with the fire in our veins. 

Darkness and passion envloped us; Shane was the only thing in my world in those hours.