An excerpt from Chrysalis, a Young Adult love story
“What IS wrong with me Ashley? Am I the bad boy only good enough to make out with but not good enough to come clean about? Or am I the guy from the wrong side of the tracks here to piss off Angus Harrison? Jesus Christ, I thought we had something. I thought …” he picked up a rock from between his spread feet. “It doesn’t matter.” He flung the rock into the woods opposite her. She heard it hit bark.
This was her moment. Now or never. She took a tentative step towards him. “Tom, I’m …”
He stood abruptly but didn’t cross the distance. “I’ll walk you back to the party. I’m going home. I’ve an early start tomorrow. I shouldn’t have come at all.” She stood rooted in the middle of the road. He didn’t reach for her hand as had become custom. Instead he took a couple of steps forward on his own. When she didn’t follow he turned back to face her. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.”
“Tom, I --”
“What Ashley?” His sights narrowed. His voice was sever. “What?” She closed the gap. Filling her lungs, taking a hold of the torrent storm raging in her stomach, she reached out tentative fingers to brush along the sleeve of his jean jacket. He stepped back from her as though her touch burned. Tom turned away from her again, walking on, ignoring her touch. “So doesn’t matter,” he said marching on to lengthen the distance between them.
A well of panic sizzled in her gut and spurred her forward. She couldn’t loose this battle. If she lost this, she felt she would lose him. She bridged the gap quickly grabbing hold of his hand. “It does matter Tom. You matter. To me.” Though he didn’t turn to look at her, he didn’t pull away. His words to her ricocheted around her brain and she repeated them to him. “You’ve always mattered … to me.”
Lightening fast he turned and pulled her to him in a crushing hold. His hand lashed to the base of her neck as his lips melted over hers. Searing. Hungry. Angry. He was the volcano and she was the island on which he stood. He held her firm, moulding her body to his. Tom had never kissed her like this before. She could taste the need and she poured everything she had into her response craving him just as much.
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“What IS wrong with me Ashley? Am I the bad boy only good enough to make out with but not good enough to come clean about? Or am I the guy from the wrong side of the tracks here to piss off Angus Harrison? Jesus Christ, I thought we had something. I thought …” he picked up a rock from between his spread feet. “It doesn’t matter.” He flung the rock into the woods opposite her. She heard it hit bark.
This was her moment. Now or never. She took a tentative step towards him. “Tom, I’m …”
He stood abruptly but didn’t cross the distance. “I’ll walk you back to the party. I’m going home. I’ve an early start tomorrow. I shouldn’t have come at all.” She stood rooted in the middle of the road. He didn’t reach for her hand as had become custom. Instead he took a couple of steps forward on his own. When she didn’t follow he turned back to face her. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.”
“Tom, I --”
“What Ashley?” His sights narrowed. His voice was sever. “What?” She closed the gap. Filling her lungs, taking a hold of the torrent storm raging in her stomach, she reached out tentative fingers to brush along the sleeve of his jean jacket. He stepped back from her as though her touch burned. Tom turned away from her again, walking on, ignoring her touch. “So doesn’t matter,” he said marching on to lengthen the distance between them.
A well of panic sizzled in her gut and spurred her forward. She couldn’t loose this battle. If she lost this, she felt she would lose him. She bridged the gap quickly grabbing hold of his hand. “It does matter Tom. You matter. To me.” Though he didn’t turn to look at her, he didn’t pull away. His words to her ricocheted around her brain and she repeated them to him. “You’ve always mattered … to me.”
Lightening fast he turned and pulled her to him in a crushing hold. His hand lashed to the base of her neck as his lips melted over hers. Searing. Hungry. Angry. He was the volcano and she was the island on which he stood. He held her firm, moulding her body to his. Tom had never kissed her like this before. She could taste the need and she poured everything she had into her response craving him just as much.
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