Through Glass(11)

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” he breathed into me, his words labored as his lungs tried to regulate his breathing.

“I think I have some idea,” I said, my words separated by my unstable breathing.

I tried to focus on finding my breath, in making my lungs work properly, yet not really caring if they did or not. My heavy breaths mixed with his and he pressed his forehead to mine. My own emotions remained jumbled inside of me in the firework of an explosion that had spread through me at the kiss. The heat only growing in my desperation for more.

“I wanted to take you to Sadie’s. I wanted to kiss you then,” his voice whispered against my skin, the heat from his breath enticing me back to him.

“Why didn’t you?” I reached up, my fingers brushing against the rough growth on his face.

I asked the question, but I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t really care to hear it. I couldn’t help it, I wouldn’t wait. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his; once, twice and each time he met me with pressure and desire that only matched my own.

“I was seventeen and really stupid,” he breathed between the kisses that I littered over him.

I could agree to that. Stupid was one very accurate way to put it. I’d had the opportunity to let his stupidity dwell inside of me, but I didn’t. The electricity and need that still thrummed through me made it impossible for me to care.

I moved in his arms, my head angling enough to coax his lips back up to mine.

I felt his breath, shaky and heady against my skin as he contemplated; no, as he tried to control himself. I didn’t care. I listened to the need inside of me and pressed my lips against his, the deep groan that flowed from his throat only deepening my desire for him.

His arms reached out and pulled me into him, but the action was too much and my body fell off the barstool in an uncomfortable and highly embarrassing display.

I caught my footing quickly. My body straightening as his arms came to catch me.

I panted as I looked at my toes, as the beating of my heart slowed, before slowly raising my head to look at him.

The dark pools of his eyes drew me in, the sparkle deep and mischievous. Yet, the wanted desire he had held before had faded somewhat, the fall breaking the spell between us.

He smiled once and lifted my hand again, his eyes shining brighter than I had ever seen them as he pressed his masterpiece—my wrist—against his lips. A small kiss sealing the intimate moment.

I could see in his eyes what neither of us really needed to say.

This was only the beginning.

“Go get ready, Lex.” He pushed me away from him gently with a smile, one I couldn’t help returning. “I’m taking you on a date.”

I turned from him slowly, even though my heart begged me to run back into his arms.

“I’ll be right back to pick you up. I just need to grab your gift from my room.”

I nodded numbly as I made my way up the stairs, the sound of the front door closing loud in the quiet house.





I walked into my room slowly, pressing my back against the door as it closed. The excitement over what had just happened was still trying to leave my body.

My hands reached up slowly to press against my lips, the taste of him still heavy on the now tender skin. My mind ran over the kiss; remembering every word he said, the feel of his lips against mine and the scent of him against me. I replayed them over and over, waiting for my heart to settle, for the need I now felt to slow down. However, it only seemed to speed up, the heavy desire tensing inside of me as the joy at what I had just done filled me.

I had kissed him.

I looked up slowly, my nerves jumping at seeing Cohen standing in his room, his hand against the glass of his window as he watched me in my revelry. My hand dropped from my mouth as I looked to him, surprisingly unembarrassed at being caught savoring the memory. Any other time, I would have been, but no, this felt too natural to warrant embarrassment.

I met his eyes as he smiled, his lips puckering as he blew a kiss to me. My heart turning to mush at the action.

I took two steps forward in eager anticipation, my legs practically vaulting me onto my desk in a desperate need to open the window, to talk to him again. It was all silly really. He would be back in only a few minutes and then we would leave for his art show.

My hand touched the metal clasp to unlock the pane when a blood wrenching scream opened up the air. I jumped at the sound, my already sensitive nerves reacting to the terrifying sound. The scream cut through the bright spring day and let every happy feeling I had felt for the last five minutes evaporate into the bright sunshine.

Except there was no bright sunshine, not anymore.

Everything was quickly darkening, like the sun was setting; as though the sun had fallen from the sky. The shadow of dusk creeped over the houses and lawns, giving them a dark grey cast of night. Shadows stretched before disappearing while the glittering gold of the sun disappeared as the line of darkness came closer and closer.

I looked to Cohen in confusion as to why everything had gone dark, but he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were focused up in silent horror at something I couldn’t see, something above the house where I knew the sun to be.

Where the sun should be.

Something was wrong. I could see it reflected in the open-mouthed horror that had covered Cohen’s face. My heart beat wildly in encroaching fear as I twisted myself against the window, pressing my face against the glass in my desperation to see what had happened.