half a roll she had eaten had worn off over an hour ago. She was hot, tired, and in need of a shower and a good night’s rest. She watched as several cars drove by on the road below them, not caring if anyone could see or not.
Jason sat next to her and pulled her hand into his own. “I’m sorry, Katie, for pulling you around.” He tugged her hand lightly until she turned and looked at him. She could feel the tears stinging the back of her eyes and tried to blink them away.
He reached up and gently wiped away a tear that had started to roll down her cheek.
“Katie…”
“Don’t!” she started to pull away.
“You want answers, but I need you to listen to me first.”
“I know that look in your eyes. I saw it that day at the coffee shop, when I explained that the kiss was just plan stupid…” she tossed her hands up, not knowing what else to say. It had been stupid back then; now, however, she wanted nothing more in the world than to kiss him again, right here, right now.
“I never did get to explain that.”
“Jason, you didn’t have to explain anything to me. It was written all over your face and was there in your eyes. I was drunk that night. God!” She closed her eyes and pulled her knees up to her chest, laying her forehead on them. “How many times must we go through this?” Part of her wanted to cry, knowing that he didn’t think that way about her or that maybe their friendship had been ruined.
“Just once more, because you have yet to let me tell you my side of things.”
Taking a deep breath, she sat up straight, looked at him, and prepared herself for the worse.
“That night at Lynda’s party when you kissed me…” he started, and she held her breath and tried not to scream that they had to rehash one of the most embarrassing moments of her life over and over again.
“It’s true, I was caught off guard. I hadn’t thought of you, well, okay, I had, but I tried not to think of you in that way. I talked myself out of thinking of you that way. Then you were there and your lips were there…” He looked at her lips now and something shifted inside her, her stomach fluttered for reasons other than hunger. He was looking at her like she’d always wanted him to. “And I froze. My mind didn’t catch up with what had happened until after you had already stormed from the room. Then that day in the cafe, I was trying to explain when you received the call from your mother and, well, I never did get a chance to explain before you left to hike around the great unknown.” He was looking at his hands now and she realized she was still holding her breath.
“Jason, what exactly is it that you’re saying?”
He looked at her and for the first time since she’d met him, she couldn’t read what he was thinking. She’d never seen him looking so, so…what? Lost?
“I just need to try something out.” He started to lean closer to her, but before he got the chance, she pulled his head down to hers and placed her mouth on his. She couldn’t have stopped herself if she had tried, and she didn’t want to.
For the first time since that night at the party, she understood what it must have felt like being surprised at the contact. Instead of him just sitting there, unresponsive, he was actually pulling her closer as his lips moved slowly over hers. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. His hands fisted in her hair and then he moved lightly, and on a moan, she closed her eyes and let the feeling of Jason kissing her take over.
How could she not get this? He was showing her everything he’d felt for her, his entire life, all wrapped up in one kiss. He didn’t want to lose her as a friend, he could never lose her, it would kill him. She smelled and tasted as good as he remembered and he wanted more of her. No, he needed more of her. Her hair felt so soft under his fingertips, and her skin was like silk. He ran his hand
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