Page 7 of Heart of Gold
“Like what?”
She shakes her head and starts walking again, but I just can’t stand the thought of her leaving.
“Stop,” I say, running to stand in her way.
Her eyes are a burning brown, the closer you get to the middle the more gold they look. The darkness and sparkle contrast with her blonde hair. It is making me crazy.
“Can I have your number?” I blab, completely catching her off guard.
“Absolutely not.”
I step closer to her, surprised when she doesn’t back away. Actually, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she is begging for me to be close to her. To touch her.
“What’s your name then?”
She looks around like she might take off running then answers, “Daisy.”
“Can I kiss you, Daisy?”
She stares into my eyes, and I take my hand and snake it around the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to radiate down her shoulders.
“Makes it less romantic if you have to ask,” She acknowledges.
I crack a smile, “I’m not really the romantic type.”
Now I’m closer to her lips, and she still hasn’t told me no. But she hasn’t said yes, either.
“What type are you?” She asks, her breath a perfect mixture of sweet and mint.
“I guess the type who forgets how to act around you.”
She smiles, her lips just centimeters from mine, taunting me, “It happens all the time with guys, so don’t feel too special.”
“Not anymore.”
At least not if I could help it. No one would be forgetting how to act around her except for me.
I dip my lips to hers, barely touching them, and it’s like electricity sparks between us. A feeling I’ve never experienced. I swear I can feel the ground beneath us moving, like my knees could buckle at any given moment.
She melts against me, and her lips open wider. I take the opening and sweep my tongue against hers. Suddenly, she is closer to me and our movements become more rapid, sloppy even. I lift her gently and her legs snake around my waist.
Holy. Fucking. Shitballs.
I remember she’s wearing a dress. Just the thought of her panties being the only thing touching me makes me grow beneath my shorts. I don’t dare take my lips off hers as I fumble around until we’re tucked in a corner away from anyone seeing. My large hands make her waist feel so fragile and I slip them under the hem of her dress, feeling the waistband of her panties.
“Want to go back to my room?” She rasps.
“Doyou?”
She nods quickly, and shuffles out of my grip, straightening her dress back down.
“Lead the way,” I force, the words rough and nearly croaking out of me.
She instantly grabs my hand and pulls me behind her, and to be so small she walks fast. Like really fast. I’m nearly a foot taller than her and am basically running.
She stops abruptly, hesitating outside the door, turning back to me. “This,” she breathes, tired from the speed walking, “Doesn’t mean I like you.”
I can’t help but crack a smile as she whips her blonde hair in my face and opens the door.
