Chapter 4

  As soon as we entered his room, he has me pushed up against the door and was kissing me like a man who had been starved. The whole world seems to fall away. All the birds outside stop chirping, the noises from the kitchen stop clanging, it's as if everything stops at that moment. It's just me and Buxton. It felt surreal. It felt like the temperature of the room had shot up ten degrees. An intense burning feeling was swirling in the pit of my stomach. His tongue brushed mine with long, slick strokes as his fingers tangled in my hair. I slid my hands through his silky hair as I had wanted to do for so long and wrapped my arms around his neck. Groaning, he tilted my head back and delved into my mouth. I let out a soft moan, clutching at the material of his shirt. One of his muscled thighs wedged between mine, and his body presses closer to me. It's impossible - we can't get any closer - but he growls and picks me up once again, bringing me to his bed. His mouth never leaves mine once.

  Gently, he lays me on the bed, making sure not to hurt me, and continues to kiss his way down my neck. I tilt my head back to give him better access and he responds by gently nipping at my throat. Suddenly, I roll him over and kiss his jaw and down his throat, dragging my tongue over his Adams apple and the hollow of his throat. Buxton releases a throaty sound of pleasure, his fingers gripping my hair. I sit back, my thighs straddling his hips, staring down at him. His eyes were blazing with want, and that swirly feeling started back up in my stomach. "Do you have any idea how much I wanted that?" He asked quietly while twirling a strand of my hair in his fingers. It was then that I realize what I just did. I had just made out with Buxton. I reared back, scrambling off him. What had I just done? "You okay?" He asked, reaching for me but stopping short when he saw my face. "It's-it's just that I've never done that before," I replied, face flaming.

  "You mean you've never kissed anybody before?" He asks incredulously. "You're such a good kisser though. I would've thought you had experience." I blush even harder under his praise. He smiles and gently touches my face. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you know." I nod, not really believing it, but he sees right through the charade. "You know I know you better than that."

"What?" I ask.

"You know, you always nod when someone says something, even if you don't agree or get it."

I had no idea he paid that much attention to me. "Really? You even picked up on that?" I stared at him like he had three heads. "Well, I really like you, and I want to know everything about you that I could possibly know." He states making a big gesture with his arms.

"Everything?"

"Everything. And I don't want any crap about like 'oh this is stupid' or whatever - when I say everything, I mean everything."

We continued talking over the next few hours until my mother stopped by to pick me up. I'd learned so much about Buxton, and I realized that so many of the rumors circulating about him in school weren't true. He really was the kindest, sweetest guy, I'd ever met.