Page 99 of Wildest Forever

“I know and that's on me,” his hand cups my face, thumb brushing across my cheek.

“You don't have to tell me anything,” I just about manage, my eyes volleying with his.

“I know I don't, but do you know what Morgan...” his voice slips away into silence, and I find myself edging forward, lips parting slightly, desperate to feel his lips on mine.

“What?”

“The first person I wanted to see when I found him was you. You have invaded my every thought. All I wanted to do was climb into the truck and boot it here, to wrap you in my arms and hold you until you could no longer stand it.”

I say nothing, the words that spill from him wrap my heart up safe and sound, tucking it away so no one can ever hurt it.

“I can't stand being away from you.”

I nibble on my bottom lip and a silly ass grin slips onto my lips baring my teeth but he isn't smiling. His jaw is wound tight, clenched. His eyes burn into mine, scorching my soul and I never want him to leave.

“I'm sorry for not talking to you,” he whispers against my lips.

“You don't have to apologize,” I whisper back, eyes still on his. “You owe me nothing, Pacey Rivera.”

Now he smiles, his lips lifting into a smirk.

“I owe you everything Morgan Rivera, you just don't know it yet.”

“Kiss me,” my fingers tiptoe to his chest, my hands flattening over his heart as I wait for him to respond but he says nothing.“Kiss me, please,” my fingers pinch the soft cotton of his tee just as his other hand cups my cheek, lifting my lips to his and that's when the magic happens.

His lips slant over mine ever so softly, and my eyes flutter shut as he does, his tongue teasing mine and my body molds intohim, my grip on his tee tightening as we lose ourselves, our kiss growing hungrier and as first kisses go, I am sure this is the best damn kiss I could have ever had.

Hands slip around the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair as he drags my head back softly, his lips tracing a line down my jaw, my throat, my pulse point, my collar bone and panic claws at my throat.

I push back on his chest and his eyes lift to mine, worry etched onto his face and my cheeks turn blossom pink under his heated gaze and I notice he is panting.

“What's wrong?” he asks, eyes searching my face.

The pink turns deeper.

“I...” I lick my lips, dropping my eyes from his as I focus on a small pull on his tee, just where my hands are, my fingers gently playing with it. “Erm, I...” and I swear my throat is thickening the longer I am trying to get these words out.

“What is it, Morgan?” and there is no harshness to his tone, no, it's like being snuggled in the coziest and warmest blanket.

I sigh heavily, keeping my eyes on my fingers.

“I'm a virgin,” I whisper the words as if they're sinned, shame flames against my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut as I try and calm my erratic heart.

Fingers grip my chin before my head is being tilted back, his eyes burning into mine.

“Are you mad?” I just about manage.

“Mad?” and I can see the shock that slaps across his face, eyes softening as he loses himself into mine and that's when I realize he is looking at me like he looked at Aspen.

And I have no idea if that's a good or bad thing.

“Baby,” he rasps, his head tilted to the side. “I would never be mad,” he shakes his head ever so slightly, “but do you know what it means?”

I shake my head, his fingers still clasping my chin.

“It means I get to experience it all with you, for the first time, and that to me that is something to not be mad about.”

He leans into me and I find myself pushing onto my tiptoes and kissing him, letting my lips press against his and his fingers loosen before his hand is back on my cheek.

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