When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(51)
“It was an optional cold shower. I figured if we were going to be sleeping in the same bed that I should fall on the cautious side.” Graham answers with a grin.
“Oh…oh,” I smile at him catching onto what he means. I flip back the covers letting Graham slide into his side of the bed. He shifts around a bit until I lay down next to him flicking the bedside lamp off. It feels comforting having him next to me. I don’t know how we got here. All I know is that I don’t want this to end.
“Kennedy?” Graham whispers into the dark.
“Yeah,” I turn to face him.
“What happens now?” his voice is a near whisper.
Something has shifted between us. We are no longer just friends, if we ever were. We are far more complicated than that. I fear that Graham won’t know how to move through this without bumping and bruising either of us in the process.
I’m not even sure when it happened exactly. At some point I no longer looked at Graham just as all the other girls did and I started seeing him for the person that I know he is. For the person I know that he is deep down inside the walls that he’s hiding from everyone else in his life. He’s sweet and tender. No one else would use those words to describe him. Everyone else sees him as this untouchable, unattainable guy.
“What do you want to happen?” I ask reluctantly afraid of what his answer will be.
“Honestly, I don’t have a clue. I’m just afraid that I’m going to disappoint you and that I’m going to end up hurting you because I don’t know how to be any other way.” Graham turns over to face me. He couldn’t see me through the darkness in my room. That doesn’t matter. The only source of light’s coming from the alarm clock. “I’m the guy who has never been in a real relationship but has managed to sleep with a majority of the girls at school. I’m the guy who refuses to let girls take their tops off when I’m fooling around with them because it’s too personal. I’m not someone who you should want to get close to.”
I’m shocked by what he has said. I’ve heard the rumors, but I didn’t believe them. What kind of guy makes a girl keep her shirt on? I’m no expert, but even I know that seems unlikely.
Just the way he described himself is hard to listen to. He thinks very little of the type of guy he is even though he exudes more confidence than any teenage boy can ever hope to have. Then it dawns on me. “But you let me take off my shirt earlier in the bathroom, so that can’t be true.” I flip on the bedside lamp sitting up to look at him with confusion.
“That was the first time that’s ever happened,” Graham explains looking a bit embarrassed at admitting that.
“Oh boy, you must really like me then,” I laugh slapping him gently on his bare chest. He grabs my wrist pulling me down closer to him. My legs and arms are draped over him as I look down into his honey colored eyes.
“Yeah, I think I do.” Graham’s lips meet mine before I can say anything. It’s just as it was in the bathroom, eager and determined. His lips feel like a small slice of heaven against mine, as if they are meant to do exactly what they are doing.
Chapter TwentySix
-Graham-
Kennedy pushes on my chest as she sits up to straddle my lap. I can feel myself getting hard just from the quick almost non-existent friction. It’s just enough to wake my lap up. Luckily she stops us before it gets to the point of no return. Just having her close turns me on. I need to find a way to rein this in if we are going to keep doing this. I place my hands on her thighs to stop her from moving another inch. I don’t think I can handle much more.
“You never told me what happens next,” Kennedy squeaks out in between placing soft kisses along my neck and jawline. She’s usually so in control, but seeing her like this only makes me want her more.
“What do you want to know exactly?” I ask praying that she won’t stop her assault.
“This is going to sound so dumb coming out of my mouth and with most guys I suppose it would be easier because they aren’t the high school man whore that you so happen to be,” she begins to explain looking down at me for sympathy for what she has said and what she’s planning to say. “No offense.”
“None taken,” I smile at her reassuringly.
“I guess what I’m wondering is if we are going to do this then does that mean that we aren’t going to sleep with anyone else?”
Boy, she just put it right out there, didn’t she?
“Do you plan on sleeping with anyone else?” I challenge her running my hands from her knees to just above her slim hips.
“That was more for you, not me.”
I know what Kennedy’s getting at. I’m just not sure what I can say to her to be as truthful as possible. What do I want from this? What do I want from her? I know that if anyone found out about Kennedy and me that everything that could ruin it would weasel its way in. Even if we don’t want it to and we fight hard for it to stay at bay, something will come along and mess it up. Somehow someone or something will prove Kennedy to be wrong about me. I’d prove myself to be the dick that I’ve always been.
“I’m not planning on sleeping with anyone else. I like you,” I admit running my hands up and down Kennedy’s thighs watching as her expression changed from anticipation to satisfaction. This doesn’t even sound like you. How does this girl have this much of an effect on you?