When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(52)

“I like you too, but…” she pauses before continuing distracted by my hands that are tickling her thighs with the ends of my fingertips. Her skin is soft, practically porcelain. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea if anyone knows.”

“What?” I sit up holding her to me allowing her to stay perfectly on my lap. She brushes her hand over my hair looking at me with concern.

“It’s just that I know that if we try this…” she points between the two of us. “That something will try to break it down and make it impossible and I don’t want that to happen. I’m not under the impression that I’m a hot commodity at school, so why would anyone believe that you of all people are spending time with me?”

It’s like Kennedy’s reading my mind. The plan still seems flawed. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to keep her a secret. She’s better than that. Somehow along the way of life she has created this world that she doesn’t feel privy to, that somehow she doesn’t belong because she’s not as pretty as the other girls or as outgoing. If you would have asked months ago, I might have agreed. That’s only due to the fact that I didn’t bother to see her. I would have been wrong months ago.

“So you want to see where this goes before we tell anyone? How’s this going to work?” I ask.

“Well for one you can’t sleep with anyone else, let’s just make that clear,” Kennedy winks at me. I know she’s being serious. “And I guess we go on like we have been. Friendly, but when were alone a little bit more friendly.” A smile appears on her lips. I had to stifle back my laughter. She’s being forthcoming about the whole situation. Who knew one orgasm could turn her into a sex crazed flirt. I can see it in her eyes, the way they shine when she looks at me.

“I promise I won’t sleep with anyone else, but is this really going to work? I don’t know if you’ll be able to keep your hands off of me after what just happened in your bathroom. You know what these hands can do now, so…” I poke at her ribs teasingly. She never seemed too flirtatious, but she’s showing me a whole different side of her tonight. I like this playful, carefree side.

“You’re probably right, Graham. What if I can’t control myself when we are around other people?” She throws her arms out to the side in playful frustration.

I roll over pinning Kennedy’s small frame beneath me. She laughs a perfect laugh that I wouldn’t mind hearing every damn day. “I like this side of you.”

“What side’s that?” she asks sweetly in between catching her breath.

“The playful carefree side, I’ve never seen you like this.” I explain.

“You’ve never seen me any way before,” Kennedy kisses along my jaw holding back a giggle only a girl is capable of.

“I’ve seen you, Ken. You might not have caught my attention at first, but I definitely see you,” I say truthfully earning the sweetest, unfortunately the quickest, kiss imaginable.

We continue talking about almost everything that you can imagine the remainder of the night. Kennedy graciously avoids bringing up my family and I avoid talking about our accident. Everything else seems to be fair game. She told me everything she loves about dancing and what kind of books she likes to read. I explain everything about baseball and how I love to go snowboarding. I promise to teach her since she’s never been. I can’t wait to drag her ass up a snowcap mountain.

Mostly, I just look at her. I admire every inch of her face trying to memorize the small details. Like the way her eyes sparkle when she laughs at something I say, and how her right eyebrow lifts up just a bit whenever she has to really think about something. I always noticed how pretty Kennedy was and no one could deny it by looking at her, but she radiates the type of beauty when she laughs that most girls strive for. She’s contagious and I’m realizing that I don’t think I can ever get my fill of her.

As I lay next to her I wonder how I got here. Somewhere along the way things in my life shifted falling into order. Kennedy was never in my plan. In fact she wasn’t even in my eye line. Somehow all the shit in my life got pushed aside to make room for her. I need to make room for her. She’s the type of girl that you regret by letting her slip through your fingertips.

It must be getting late. Kennedy starts yawning one after another. I glance over at the alarm clock to see that it’s already four in the morning.

“Babe, we better go to bed. Mornings going to come quick,” I reach over her to flick off the bedside lamp. Kennedy inches her body closer to mine. I wrap my arm around her wanting her to be as close as possible, being this close to her holding her felt more natural than I could imagine. I’ve never held anyone like this. It feels right.

“Goodnight Graham,” Kennedy whispered into my hand that she’s holding. The hairs on my arm stand tall with her affection.

“Goodnight,” I kiss the back of her head.

God, I hope I don’t hurt this girl. She’s too close to perfect to dent.





Chapter TwentySeven



-Kennedy-



Today sucks.

It’s his fault. I’m blaming this all on him.

I can’t concentrate when he’s this close to me and god dammit, he is distracting.

Something happened last night, something that I can’t tell anyone about, even my best friend. Now I’m being forced to pretend as if everything is perfectly normal. As if this said thing didn’t occur when it’s all I can think about as Graham sits across from me at the lunch table watching every move I make. My eyes keep grazing across his firm chest, the same chest that was slammed up against me this morning as I got ready for school.