![]() ![]() "When you're ready." It sounded like a promise. ![]() ![]() Relax." He brushed the hair away from my eyes, and then ran the backs of his fingers down the length of my cheek. Instead of kissing me - which I'm pretty sure he wanted to do - he sat back up and whispered, "Okay. When Seth leaned in and brought one of his hands to my face, I flinched so violently it startled him. I was frozen, completely terrified by this beautiful boy and what it looked like he was about to do. I sucked in a deep breath and then held it while the blood drained from my face. His eyes were still quizzical, and yet they burned, almost wild, as he stared down at me. He leaned completely over me, trapping me between his hands and hovering at arms length directly above me. I was flat on my back again, ignoring the discomfort the pressure was causing my stitches. "I wonder." he said when I could sink no lower. I instinctively tried to back away from him but seeing as how I was lying in bed, and he was blocking my escape, the only thing I could do was sink down into my pillow. I think this was the reaction Seth was hoping for since he leaned in really close. My lack of response answered the question for me. ![]() He gazed at me for a moment then asked, "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I narrowed my eyes at him but he still figured out the truth. "Does that mean you don't have a boyfriend?" ![]()
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