Blue Ribbon

Chapter 7 - Right yet so terribly wrong

The chapter was getting longer than I expected so I divided it in half, which means next chapter will probably be updated tmw since i already have half of it finished and the teaser part I posted on my wall, will be in the next chapter not this one, sorry xD

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"I think we are just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that."

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Lilly's POV

My heart did that crazy thing again, pulsing with an unfamiliar newly-acquired affection toward the guy standing right ahead of me.

As much as I wanted to break free from the shackles binding me to him since that day, I couldn't. My gaze locked on the boy who held a very special place in my heart. There was no denying how much Chase meant to me. I mean, we practically grew up together.

It wasn't till recently that I started to see him more than that. More than a friend, more than family. He is becoming something else. Something more... but still unknown and undefined. And as any other human being I am scared of the unknown. More like terrified.

My eyes caught the few drops of water that made their way down from the light strands of his hair to the side of his temple. I couldn't help the heartfelt smile sneaking up my face as I took in the whole situation we got ourselves into.

In that exact same moment, a smile of his own curved his beautiful lips, reflecting my own. His smile was different this time. He always sneered at me, or teased me with a mocking smile, an amused one at times but now, it was...different. It was warm, and so affectionate...It's the kind of smile that comes to dad's face when my mom starts rambling about something for hours.

The kind of smile that's telling me, he is feeling it too. That heart racing-stomach tightening-light headed feeling. He knows it and he knows how much it sucks.

His hand that tucked the wet strand of my hair away stayed over the side of my face and I could feel myself leaning further into it. I could sense the rise and fall of his chest from how close we are. The type of closeness that leaves me defenseless against him. The type that throws the logic right out of the window. The type of closeness that gives my vagina the permission to take decisions instead of my brain.

As if reading my thoughts, his eyes slowly dropped to my lips and I wondered, would he? I thought back to how in the both times we kissed, I was the one to initiate it. And I promised myself I wasn't going to do it again yet somehow he makes it so difficult to stick to my words.

My mind tortured me, playing back how good it felt having my body all pressed up against his, feeling his hands explore every detail of it, his lips moving with mine so perfectly, like they were made just for me. I had to press my legs closer to stop that tingling feeling building up down there. Good god, he is capable of igniting an inferno inside me without even touching me.

All this from just thinking about his kiss. Imaging what sex with him would be like...

Jesus Christ, i really need to get laid.

His hand traveled from my cheek to the side of my neck, leaving a hot trail behind and I felt his face inch closer. Anticipation built up at the pit of my stomach, adding to the ache that's about to make me lose control. But still, he didn't go for it. His nose almost touching mine but he paused there, something holding him back.