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I look to the ground. “What are you doing, Evan?” I ask uneasily.
He sighs. “I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t know what you want. This is really weird for me. Because I know what I want, and I know that you know what it is.”
“What is it you want?” I ask, even though he’s right, I already know the answer.
“To be with you, to kiss you, to touch you. All the time.”
I stand there in silence for a long while, knowing what I want to say but knowing that if I say it, everything will change and I won’t be able to take it back.
“I think I want those things too,” I whisper softly, still looking to the ground.
He takes a deep breath. My words have surprised him and it seems like he’s trying to decide something now. I peer into his eyes, attempting to read him, and the moment that they make contact, his lips are on mine in a breathtaking kiss.
He lets go of my hand in order to place his hands on either side of my face. His lips are hot and moist, and so soft. The minute he opens them slightly, I begin to kiss him back, slowly at first, and then with an urgency I can’t begin to describe.
Evan’s body responds to this urgency right away, and he picks me up off of the ground and sits me on the hood of his car. I wrap my legs around him and I can feel him pressed up against me in a way that makes everything down there tingle. He begins to kiss my neck while caressing my breasts; I throw my head back and let out a gasp.
And then I think of Skylar.
“We can’t do this,” I say as I break the connection and I push him off of me gently.
He’s breathing heavily and his cheeks are red. “I know,” he says. “I’m so sorry.”