When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(40)

“I can sleep on the couch,” Graham offers sweetly.

“If I asked you to sleep on the couch you would with no complaint?” I ask already knowing the answer.

“Of course I would. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“There’s that guy I keep telling you about,” I smile at him even with it being too dark for him to actually see. “Go brush your teeth and come to bed. It’s late.”

I see the light flick on in my bathroom and hear a few drawers on my vanity opening and closing. The water ran for a little while then shortly turned off. Graham flicks off the light closing the door behind him. I have never had a boy spend the night in my bed. Now I am feeling nervous. Maybe this is a mistake.

I feel Graham before I hear him. His hand presses down on the mattress directly next to my chest and before I can control my breathing he’s above me. I’m sure the movements faster than it seems in my twisted head. His breath is hitting against my neck as he maneuvers his body over mine. Graham’s leg brushes against mine as he slides in next to me. Just like before, I don’t shy away from his touch.

“Kennedy?” Graham whispers. I turn to face him even though I can’t see him. This causes my leg to jet up in between his again.

“Yeah,” I whisper still trying to control my breathing. He makes me nervous. I feel myself wanting to get closer to him. It’s not a feeling I am prepared for. I take the chance to defy all my reasoning reaching up to brush my hand across his now perfectly bruised face.

Graham lets out a sigh as my hand moves down his face to his jawline. A shiver runs through his body. I have just as much as an effect on him as he has on me. “Thank you for not asking me any questions. I’m just not ready to talk about it,” his voice is low, nearly a whisper.

“You’re fine. Just get some sleep.” I refuse to turn away from him. Not sure as to what time it is, I’m having trouble falling asleep. Being worried about the boy lying next to me in my bed should have been exhausting, but I find myself listening to him breath waiting for a hint that he had let exhaustion succumb him.

I turned over and face my clock to see that it’s already three in the morning. My alarm will be going off in a couple of hours. I’m not prepared to face the daylight. I carefully shimmy my body away from Graham’s. In response his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me even closer putting my back directly against his bare chest. His hand reaches up grabbing my only hand available and squeezes it tightly into his own.

Thinking he’s asleep I make another attempt to move inch by inch away from Graham. As I do so he strengthens his hold around my waist pulling me back against his chest once again.

“Get some sleep Kennedy. Try not to think too hard. I can hear the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours,” he whispers into my ear. He’s close enough that I can feel his deep breaths against my neck through my hair. A shock spreads through my body at the comfort I feel in his arms.

I never do fall asleep. I know he had though. Graham is right, the wheels turned all night until the morning. The sunrise broke through my sheer curtains. Trying to move as little as possible in fear of waking a sleeping Graham was nearly impossible. His arm drapes over my waist still. I roll over to face him as slowly as humanly possible. Secretly I’m trying to admire him while he’s still in his deep slumber. His eyes shoot open the minute I adjust under his grasp.

This was the closest I have been to him. I admire the bronzy gold hint to his pupils as the light reflects off of them from the morning sun. Just as I had last night, I reach my hand up and gently trace the outline of the bruise that now plagues his beautiful face with the unwarranted imperfection.

I am aware of Graham’s hand that is now resting on my lower hip right above where my tank top rides up exposing a splinter of skin. His skin against mine makes my stomach flip over a few times. I can’t take my eyes off of him in fear that when I do he will come to a realization, a realization that I was hoping he would never find.

“About last night…” Graham breaks the silence.

“I know what you are going to say,” disappointment hangs in my voice. I don’t even bother to try to hide it.

“I don’t think you do Kennedy. If you did then you wouldn’t be looking at me like that.” He closes his eyes trying to concentrate on what he’s trying to say.

“How am I looking at you?” My hand moves away from the side of Graham’s face and moves down onto his chest where it lays lifeless.

“Like you’re afraid that I regret any of it…coming here. If you’d pay attention you’d know that the only thing that I regret is not doing this last night.” Graham’s hand moves off of my waist and without dropping contact with my skin makes the journey up to my face intertwining his fingers into my messy wavy hair.

Before I can protest, before I can even think about it his perfect lips are mashing into mine eagerly exploring every inch of my mouth giving me by far the best kiss that I can ever imagine. Graham finds his way over the top of me nestling between my shaky legs. His tongue skims my bottom lip asking for permission to enter. I part them in eager response. My heart began to race and I can feel it beating against my chest as if it needs an escape. As the kiss deepens I feel our legs mingle together. When our lips finally separate it’s only for a short second. I’m surprised that his breaths are as shallow as mine.