Page 119 of Ominous: Part 1
My heart flips in my chest with those last two words.
Our mouths collide as she slows her movements, and I feel heat between us, and I know when she gets up, she’s going to have left a spot big enough to rival mine.
Fuck.
She’s still panting, but after her body trembles, she’s dropping her hands to my torso, her head to my shoulder, twisted away from me, and it’s like she just goes limp in my arms. There’s a mess between us, but I don’t believe either of us think of it as something bad. I wouldn’t even care if I was coated in her fucking blood.
Reluctantly, I slide my hand up her hips, release my grip on her neck, and hug her back, holding her in my lap as we just breathe together.
I can smell her, the sweet softness of violets, the musky scent of her between us, evenmycum, currently stuck to my skin and all over my boxers. It’s a heady mix, enough to make my blood heat with lust all over again, but comforting, too, like I could fall asleep just like this, with her head on my shoulder, her arms holding me close. I feel the rise and fall of her chest against me, and I close my eyes, my head knocking back against the couch.
I don’t know how long we stay that way, just holding onto each other, but when I blink my eyes open again, heavy with something that feels like peace, I realize the movie isn’t playing, just the opening screen again for me to watch it once more or put on something else.
I don’t move, my arms still wrapped around Eden’s waist.
Quietly, she says, “That was so good.” It’s almost as if I wasn’t meant to hear it, with how low she speaks.
But I did, and I smile, unseen by her, my eyes on the projector in the ceiling overhead. “It was fucking amazing.”
Slowly, she picks her head up, shifting back on my lap so she can see me better, her fingers grazing my ribs over my shirt.
I keep my hands around her hips as I look up at her, seeing the same smile on my lips reflected on hers. My mouth feels dry, my muscles a little weak. Like… I thought maybe she’d regret it or something. It’s relief, what I’m feeling, and I don’t know what to do with that.
“Sorry for the mess.” She doesn’t look sorry as she reaches between us, readjusting her shorts. Neither of us look down, but I’m just grateful she puts her hand back on my side when she’s done.
“There may be a few things I’ll want you to be sorry for in the future.” I squeeze her sides and smile wider when she laughs. “But please note, amesslike that is not one of them.”
She runs her tongue over her teeth, flashing them at me, her eyes lighting up, her cheeks pulled high. “Oh yeah? Name something you’d want me to be sorry for.”
In this moment, I can’t think of a single thing she’d ever do wrong.She’s perfect.Her dark hair hanging around her face, a few strands stuck to her forehead with sweat, her cheeks pink, those fucking lips looking swollen, maybe sunburned, or maybe from my mouth.
Her, here, in my lap.
“I don’t want to think about it,” I tell her, finally answering her question.
Of course, it only makes her more interested. She shifts on my lap, dangerously close to my dick, and I want to warn her if she gets me hard again, right now, I’m going to want to fuck her, but she must see something in my eyes, because she stays back. “Come on.” She gives me a playful smile. “Tell me something you’d hate for me to do.”
I roll my eyes, squeezing her sides and watching as she jerks again, obviously ticklish. But I look up at the ceiling, focused on the light of the projector. “Okay, first of all, I wouldn’t hate you.” I think that’s true. It’s hard for me to feel too deeplyanything,and hate is really just on the opposite side of the same coin of love. But sometimes I get laser focused. Tunnel vision. That’s the nice term for it.
Obsessionis what it really is.
Sometimes I getobsessed.
And with Eden, it’s like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, and obsession is just right there, in the river running beneath my feet.
I could jump. Or I could turn around and walk away.
But I’ve never been one to shy away from water.
“Just, I don’t know…” I swallow hard, still staring at the ceiling, knowing she’s watching my every move.Don’t cheat on me?We aren’t even dating.Don’t leave me?We aren’t together.Don’t go to school on Monday and act like nothing happened between us?We already speak most of the day. It’s not like I ever let her get too far out of my sight.
I think about Winslet for a second. Mom. I think about water over my head. In too deep. A hand on my chest.
It’s enough to snap me out of my wandering thoughts.
I pick my head up and squeeze her, not to tickle her, but to anchor her right here.
“Be exactly who you are. If something happens between us, something bad…”
