top but the platform at the top was easily high enough to
drop onto without risking death or serious injury.
I hitched my legs up and rolled onto my knees, balancing
myself on the ledge as I prepar ed to lower myself down. But then unexpectedly, I
felt a set of strong arms snake around my waist and I almost shit
out my heart.
“ I can get down myself!” I barked ungratefully.
“ I think we’ve established that you can’t. That’s why I’m here
remember?”
Dear
god, he was so beautifully irritating.
I let him guide me down the steps and then tried not to
stare at his glorious arse as he returned the ladders to the shed
which looked like a house. Like I said, I tried.
“ Drink?” he offered on his return.
“ Whatever.” I was behaving like a petulant brat and I was
starting to think it was fuelled by embarrassment more than anger.
Every time his smooth, husky voice danced into my ears I found it
virtually impossible to hate him.
And for that, I hated myself.
“ Pepsi on the rocks coming up.”
I followed Blaine around the pool and into the house. He
gestured for me to go into the living room and I sat waiting for
him on a modular white leather sofa whilst he grabbed us two
glasses of Pepsi with ice. The room was easily twice the size of my entire
house and everywhere was white, glass and lightwood. I grazed the
cream shag-pile with the tip of my shoe (thinking I probably
should’ve taken my shoes off out of courtesy) as I took in the vast
array of state of the art entertainment equipment. The paper-thin
TV must have been at least eighty-two inches and there was an
impressive glossy black sound system with speakers big enough to
entertain a small city.
“ So ,
lish, have you decided how to execute my murder yet?” he asked with
a smile so wide I could see every one of his brilliant white teeth.
He handed me a drink, I took a sip and then placed it on a glass
table next to me.
“ Get fucked, Blaine.” Naturally, he laughed at me. “Why did
you beat up that guy who stuck something on my locker?” I figured I
might as well get straight to the point. My question sent the smile
flying from his face faster than a punch.
“ You found out about that, huh?”
“ Well?”
“ Because he’s an asshole that’s why. I’m not sorry if that’s
what you want to hear.” The air turned thick and serious, almost
choking me.
“ I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it. I just want to know why
you did it.”
“ Isn’t that obvious? He was the one behind that nasty shit
being left on your locker.”
“ I get that. What I don’t get… is why do you care?” My question took him off guard and he
knitted his eyebrows together like I’d just asked him to tickle my
dick. “I mean sometimes I think you like me, that we could be
friends. But then other times, it’s like the sight of me makes you
feel physically sick.”
“ I don’t want to be your friend, lish,” Blaine said sombrely
– his voice low and even. I didn’t know whether to run or cry. Or
run and cry. Until he continued… “I want to be so much more than your friend, Maddie.
But I’ll end up hurting you. I’ll disappoint you somehow I know I
will. I’m just not sure I can take that chance.”
Oh. My. God. I felt so hot I was sure I was about to melt into a gooey
puddle all over Treacle’s pristine shag-pile.
“ Well maybe it’s not your chance to take,” I mumbled, my voice literally
vibrating with… nerves? Lust? Something more… Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve
known him five minutes.
There
wasn’t a single part of me that was expecting what happened next.
He leaned forward faster than I could process what was happening
and fixed his lips to mine. I melted into him. It didn’t even occur
to me to pull away.
As Blaine cupped my face in his hands m y fingers reached up into his
smooth dark hair, grasping it, holding him in place, planning to
never let him move. I opened my mouth as his silky tongue teased my
lips, his
drop onto without risking death or serious injury.
I hitched my legs up and rolled onto my knees, balancing
myself on the ledge as I prepar ed to lower myself down. But then unexpectedly, I
felt a set of strong arms snake around my waist and I almost shit
out my heart.
“ I can get down myself!” I barked ungratefully.
“ I think we’ve established that you can’t. That’s why I’m here
remember?”
Dear
god, he was so beautifully irritating.
I let him guide me down the steps and then tried not to
stare at his glorious arse as he returned the ladders to the shed
which looked like a house. Like I said, I tried.
“ Drink?” he offered on his return.
“ Whatever.” I was behaving like a petulant brat and I was
starting to think it was fuelled by embarrassment more than anger.
Every time his smooth, husky voice danced into my ears I found it
virtually impossible to hate him.
And for that, I hated myself.
“ Pepsi on the rocks coming up.”
I followed Blaine around the pool and into the house. He
gestured for me to go into the living room and I sat waiting for
him on a modular white leather sofa whilst he grabbed us two
glasses of Pepsi with ice. The room was easily twice the size of my entire
house and everywhere was white, glass and lightwood. I grazed the
cream shag-pile with the tip of my shoe (thinking I probably
should’ve taken my shoes off out of courtesy) as I took in the vast
array of state of the art entertainment equipment. The paper-thin
TV must have been at least eighty-two inches and there was an
impressive glossy black sound system with speakers big enough to
entertain a small city.
“ So ,
lish, have you decided how to execute my murder yet?” he asked with
a smile so wide I could see every one of his brilliant white teeth.
He handed me a drink, I took a sip and then placed it on a glass
table next to me.
“ Get fucked, Blaine.” Naturally, he laughed at me. “Why did
you beat up that guy who stuck something on my locker?” I figured I
might as well get straight to the point. My question sent the smile
flying from his face faster than a punch.
“ You found out about that, huh?”
“ Well?”
“ Because he’s an asshole that’s why. I’m not sorry if that’s
what you want to hear.” The air turned thick and serious, almost
choking me.
“ I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it. I just want to know why
you did it.”
“ Isn’t that obvious? He was the one behind that nasty shit
being left on your locker.”
“ I get that. What I don’t get… is why do you care?” My question took him off guard and he
knitted his eyebrows together like I’d just asked him to tickle my
dick. “I mean sometimes I think you like me, that we could be
friends. But then other times, it’s like the sight of me makes you
feel physically sick.”
“ I don’t want to be your friend, lish,” Blaine said sombrely
– his voice low and even. I didn’t know whether to run or cry. Or
run and cry. Until he continued… “I want to be so much more than your friend, Maddie.
But I’ll end up hurting you. I’ll disappoint you somehow I know I
will. I’m just not sure I can take that chance.”
Oh. My. God. I felt so hot I was sure I was about to melt into a gooey
puddle all over Treacle’s pristine shag-pile.
“ Well maybe it’s not your chance to take,” I mumbled, my voice literally
vibrating with… nerves? Lust? Something more… Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve
known him five minutes.
There
wasn’t a single part of me that was expecting what happened next.
He leaned forward faster than I could process what was happening
and fixed his lips to mine. I melted into him. It didn’t even occur
to me to pull away.
As Blaine cupped my face in his hands m y fingers reached up into his
smooth dark hair, grasping it, holding him in place, planning to
never let him move. I opened my mouth as his silky tongue teased my
lips, his
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