“Hey Georgia, is there anything I
could do that you wouldn’t forgive me for?” Shane asks me, without breaking eye
contact.
“Like, if you kill someone or
something” I ask.
“Anything, anything at all” Shane
continues. “From small things to big things, is there anything you wouldn’t
forgive me for?”
“Hurting people is kind of a big
thing for me.” I confess.
“OK good.”
“Why?” I ask, wondering what is this
guy up to. Is he going to make Jason or Harper disappear? Is he going
to paint the water tower or something?
“I want to make sure you forgive me
for what I am about to do.” He says, closing his eyes.
Oh this must be big! Oh dear, what is going to
happen. My body starts to shake, freaking out that he is going to get hurt
or something it going to tear him apart from me.
“What…. What are you about to…” and
before I could finish my question, Shane’s hand is holding the back of my head,
and his lips are on mine, pushing against my open l mouth. Butterflies fill my
stomach and I feel a pull in the deepest part of my belly. I’m so taken aback
and surprised I can’t move, then suddenly I am kissing him back. My hands
pulling his gorgeous brown hair, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist, and
my mouth is hungrily searching for his. My skin is a million sensations; cold
from the water, and slightly burned, but tantalized by the sensation of Shane
touching me. My chest rises and falls with such bravado in my heady need for
affection. I’m beguiled in this transaction of kisses and tongues. He lifts me
from my bottom, wades out the water and lays me down on a towel. The beach is
empty for all but us, and I feel the weight of my best friend on top of me. He
puts his knees between mine, and moves my hair from my face; looking down at me
he smiles and kisses me ever so gently.