Chapter 171: With me landing quite uncomfortably on top of him. Of course. Typical cliché. As soon as my mind registers the position, my cheeks flame red. Our legs are still wrapped together form my clumsy pounce, and my face is in line with his chin, making my eyes widen. Don't look him in the eye. Don't Annie, don't.
Unfortunately, I can't help it. My eyes meet his, and this suddenly gets a lot more awkward.
I'm lying in top of Hayden Summerall. I hope the ground swallows me whole. Right. Now.
Well, at least I won the milkshake back.
| Hayden Summerall |
She lies on top of me, and I can barely breath. Her face, flushed with embarrassment, is mere inches from mine. Don't do it Hayden. A stray curl tickles her forehead, and her eyes are watching mine, wide with anticipation. Is she purposefully teasing me? The milkshake is clutched firmly in her hand, a trophy for her. It's silly how something so small can spark a moment like this, where my heart is racing so fast that I worry she can hear it. My own cheeks tinge pink as my throat dries out into the texture of sandpaper. Don't do it Hayden. She won't kiss you back.
My brain can shut the fuck up.
I lean closer to Annie, my heart in my throat. This is the closest I've ever been to her. Our breaths intermingle, and her wide brown eyes stare into mine, her eyelashes fluttering irresistibly. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for, but we're both pausing in anticipation- as though we don't quite know how to act. I've kissed plenty of girls before, but not one of them has ever been like this. I'm actually scared that she'll reject me, which has never happened to me.
Well, at least she's not pulling away.
Take the jump, Hayden. I lean forward and brush my lips ever so lightly against her, testing the waters to see what she does. She remains completely still. I am mere millimeters away from kissing her and sealing the deal- confessing my feelings. Why am I not moving? What am I waiting for?
"We'll look at what the tide brought in," A voice jeers, and my muscles tense.
That, apparently. That is what I was waiting for.
Annie and I jerk away from each other, scrambling back into the damp sand with our faces painted...TBC
‘you live, you get old, you die, and then you’re gone forever.’