Page 49 of Attractive Forces
“No.” I clutch the textbook to my chest, my arms folding over it defensively, and throw him a smirk.
A predatory grin takes over his face. He stands and lunges at me, trying to wrestle the textbook off me, but I’m not giving it up easily.
We’re wrestling, and I’m half laughing as I try to fend him off. He’s bigger and stronger than me, but I manage to squirm out of his grip and hold the textbook away in my left hand.
“Never thought I’d be fighting over a chemistry textbook,” he puffs as he extends his arm to grab it.
“My nerdy corruption of you is complete.”
He pauses in his wrestling to laugh down at me. I catch his eye and my breath whooshes out of me.
His face is so close. I could stretch up and kiss him so easily.
I can’t help flicking a glance at his lips.
When I glance back at his eyes, the last of the laughter has faded off his face. But he doesn’t back away. We stare at each other. My chest rises and falls rapidly.
Then, it’s Logan who closes the distance between us. It’s Logan who presses his lips against mine.
And he’s kissing me.
My breath leaves me in an instant.
This is not like any kiss I’ve had before.
This is not a gentle, exploratory kiss. There’s nothing tentative or unsure about this kiss.
Logan’s kiss is all force and need and want. A second later, I’m returning it with the same enthusiasm. A sloppy, desperate kiss with our lips mashing, tongues entwining.
Everything, all the meaning in the universe, melts away. Like all of existence boils down to this one incredible kiss.
My chemistry textbook slides off the side of the bed with a small thud, but we’re too busy to pay it any attention.
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Logan
This.
This is it.
Kissing Jake is the best moment in my life to date. Hands down.
Better than winning the championship last year. Better than being named in the rep team.
I just had to know. I had to know whether this whole thing was something I invented in my head.
And I thought—fuck it.What’s the worst that could happen? I’ll lean in to kiss him, and he’ll push me away. But because Jake’s a good guy, we’ll have an awful, awkward conversation where he tells me he’s straight, and I have to admit I’m not.
Worst case, I’d have to trust Jake to keep my secret.
Best case is what’s happening now.
Our bodies are pressed against each other. I can feel the heat of him through his shirt. He runs his hands lightly down my back, then slips one under my T-shirt at my waist.
My skin ignites where his fingers touch me.
One of us moans, and I’m not even sure who it is. All it does is prompt us to push closer together. The concept of distance is only theoretical right now because Jake is everywhere, his tongue in my mouth, the taste and scent of him overpowering.
