"So," he said, "Do you like that kid?"
We were back in his room. We were sitting with space that could fit another person separating us.
"Milo?" I asked, "We're of the same age. He's 21. You're more of a kid than him."
"I'm 18." He snapped. I raised my eyebrows.
"Are you?"
He glared at me. "You know I am. You've been tutoring me for three years."
Ahh...
"It's been that long?" I mused. "But you're not 18. You're 17." I corrected him.
He stared at me intently. I felt his gaze cut through me.
Slowly he bridged the gap between us.
"I will be …" he whispered, "In a few hours."
He's teasing me. He drew closer inch by inch. I watched him as he lessened our gap. And then he stopped, slightly tilted his head to the side as if asking a question.
I smirked and raised my brows, egging him. Two can play this game.
He sighed and fell back.
"Stop doing that." He said with his voice barely above a whisper. "You're always teasing me."
"I don't." I said with humor. He glared at me. I raised my eyebrows still with the smirk plastered on my face. I know it's annoying him.
"Kai …" he called out after a while.
"You sound … desperate." I quipped. He sighed.
"One day you push me away and then the next you make it difficult for me to keep my hands off of you. You're driving me..." he faltered and turned away.
"Out of your mind?" I asked, fully knowing what he meant. Lukas sighed but kept his gaze away from me. "You know. Engineers are usually good with their hands." He turned to me with a confused look. "I'm just saying. You wanted to take up engineering, didn't you?"
It was his turn to smirk, "Oh I'm very good with hands, alright." He agreed. His eyes glinted mischievously. "Want me to show you?"
I chuckled and picked up a book, "I don't doubt your … skill," I said with a pause. "Let's see how long you can keep them – hands to yourself."
I placed the book on the table, in front of him. I saw him throw a confused look at it. I pulled my chair closer to him until our knees touched. He jolted and looked at me with surprise. I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to the book. I leaned sideways, close enough to feel his breath on my cheeks. I thought I heard him gasp.
"Look here." I said feigning innocence. He grunted.
I turned to face him. I found myself staring at his hazel-colored eyes.
His face was closer than I thought. I noticed his lashes were longer than I imagined. His breath smelled of mint. His lips were almost touching mine and I knew they were lush and redder than what should be normal for a guy.
I felt his hand around my waist pulling me closer.
His lips brushed mine sending volts of electricity to my body.
I kept my eyes on his. He was doing the same.
And slowly, achingly slowly, his lips were on mine.
One of his hands travelled from my waist up to my neck, while the other kept a tighter hold immobilizing me.
Not that it helped. I was already unable to move the moment I was drawn to his warm eyes.
17.
I should have waited for a few more hours.
As he deepened his kiss, my hands started to move on its own and wrapped them around his waist.
I can feel his heart beat against mine
17.
My hands clung to him.
Just for a moment, maybe I could pretend it was alright.
My head is spinning as I dove deeper to his intoxicating kiss.
I guess I fell victim to the game I was trying to play.