He closed the distance, watching as her eyes grew a little wider. “Everything is okay here.”
“I know.”
Pressing his lips against hers, he gave little pecks to her mouth. When her eyes closed, he tilted his head, and sealed his lips over hers, sliding his tongue across them. She gasped, opening up, and he showed her exactly how good it was to be kissed by him. Sinking his fingers into her hair, holding her close, he ravished her mouth.
It started out as just a tester kiss, and now it was something more.
He wanted Elsa with a passion that scared him, yet it excited him all at the same time.
Loving her mouth, he tasted her lips, and savored her.
Finally, when he couldn’t make the excuse of kissing her any longer, he released her, stepping back.
Her lips were red and swollen, and he wanted to do it all over again.
“I just thought you should know what a real kiss was like.”
“That was amazing,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed. “Er, I better go. You know.”
“Wait, we haven’t done your measurements yet,” he said.
“Yeah, crap.”
“Elsa, this doesn’t have to be weird between us.”
She frowned, looking doubtful. “Are you sure? I mean, we just kissed.”
“I’m not feeling weird.” Other than wanting to bend you over my bed, and fuck you. He didn’t know where these possessive feelings were coming from, but he couldn’t ignore them.
“You’re not?”
“Nope. We kissed, and I’m hoping you enjoyed it.”
She touched her lips, and nodded. “It was nice.”
Victory.
He hoped she thought about him every time she touched her lips.
“If you ever want to make out, fumble, or anything, let me know.”
“Fumble?”
“Yeah, let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”
“Can we keep it strictly private friends where you’re helping me?”
“Sure.”
He was disappointed, but he hoped in time, and some pesky little tricks he had, he was going to win her over. What did he have to lose?
Chapter Six
One month later
“Is your mom still bugging you about that country club prom thing?” Kim asked.
Elsa was having a sleepover with her friend, and they had both opted for Kim’s house.
“Yes. It’s some kind of dance that shows off people’s kids.”
“It’s horrible, but I’ve agreed to go,” Kim said.
Elsa glanced up from her homework, in shock. “Really?”
“Yeah, it could be fun. We get to dance with some guys, and eat something nice. I’ll be there, you’ll be there, it’ll be fun. We’ll make it fun.”
She laughed. “We’ll make it fun?”
“If it’s not fun, we can always behave like the worst daughters in the world, and we’ll never get invited again. It’s a win-win, either way. Do you want to see the dress?”
“Sure, why not.”
Putting her paper down, Elsa stood up going toward her friend’s clothing closet. Like hers, it was large, and filled with items their mothers had purchased for them.
It was right in the back, covered with a protective bag. Kim brought it out and unzipped it. The pale pink dress was beautiful. It had a long skirt and small straps for the arms.
“Would you like to see it on?”
“It fits?”
“There’s a first for everything in my world. Mom made sure to get my measurements.” Kim removed her clothes and stepped inside. Elsa helped her with the zipper in the back. Moving in front of the mirror, Elsa loved it.
“You look beautiful.”
“Mom thinks if I have my hair up like this, with some butterfly pins—what do you think?”
“Dreamy. Do you hope to meet your dream guy?”
“No. I’ve got way too many plans before I think of falling for a guy.” Kim gave a little twirl. “A girl can still dream of the guy who’ll sweep her off her feet, and offer her some loving.”
Elsa thought about the kiss she had shared with Noah. Neither of them had spoken about it in the last four weeks, which she liked. Nothing was weird between them. She did find herself thinking about his kiss, and what more could have happened between them.
“Did you know Kurt sent me a friend request?” Kim asked.
“He did?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you respond?”
“I didn’t.” Kim wrinkled her nose. “I’m not going to be friends with Kurt.”
“Did you finish that paper?”
“Yep, we did. He even did half the work, which was a surprise, and he won my mother over by charming her.”
“No!”
“Yes. She asks about him as well. The polite young man.” Kim rolled her eyes.
“Maybe he likes you.”
Kim sighed. “He called me a lot of horrible names, Elsa. Names that if I even think about them, it makes me want to cry.”
“Kim?”
“No, I can’t. I don’t want to think about it. He called me fat, a whale? I’m not going to be that girl that has this big crush on the guy that bullied her. It would be too sad.”
Elsa nodded. “So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to ignore him. Before this blasted assignment, he didn’t know I existed. I’ll just keep on going until he doesn’t know I exist again.”