Hey everyone! I have a short story that is part of a prologue of a new book of mine I'm writing. I will add more to it and also show you all chapters during the following weeks. here it is ^-^ also, I want to check in on everybody, how are you? I'm doing okay just feel a little peaceful so to many people they think I look sad because I'm quiet but I'm just peacefully enjoying life. :))
She pushes me against the wall, and until now I really understand the urgent need coursing through her because my back recoils from the thrashing pain, but I don’t move from under her, god knows what she’ll do next. Or worse, what I’ll do if I move any closer. “What-” I pause when her finger lightly traces my hand -that is currently against the wall- to my shoulder, comprehending every comprehension there is to take in and feel, and suddenly I’m not so cold anymore. Heat flares on my body, hair standing on ends from the nerves as I try to pull in what little and as much oxygen I can pull into my body. “What-” I pause and try again. I can’t keep my defenses short, no matter how breathless I sound and feel. “ What are you doing? I can’t-” I pause again because there she is, 1-2 inches within my mouth distance, so close I’m practically caressing her lips. So close that if I move any closer, I would be kissing her. So close that if I breathe too deeply my chest, legs, arms, all body parts pressed to hers, even as I struggle to straighten my body. I slowly bring my hands to her shoulders, planning to push her away, but I hesitate. And the question is, why?