Sunday, January 2, 2011

2nd Annual No Kiss Blogfest!!

I'm late. SO late. But here I am, with 8 minutes to spare before the No Kiss Blogfest officially ends.
This also means I'm late to read everyone else's entries, but I can't WAIT to get started!

To read all of the amazing scenes, head over to Frankie's page and check them out!

Until's mine. Completely unedited, and completely new for me. I've never written from a guy's point of view, but I can kind of relate to don't be too hard on me!

Her name glowed from my cell, tempting me to send the stupid text message. It was just a question, nothing suggestive. Well, given the time, I supposed it would seem suggestive. Midnight wasn’t the time to send a friendly message.

But there it was, typed out, waiting for a whole hour while I built up the courage to hit the Send button.

Liquid courage. I stared at the bill in front of me, almost fifty bucks worth of beer and shots. My buddy Steve sat beside me, his drunk grin in full force tonight. Hell, I was pretty messed up myself. I wasn’t sure why, but I could never just make the damn call. Something about her…

“Mike, dude,” Steve stage-whispered. He leaned over the barstool so that his nose was nearly touching mine. “See those chicks over there? Let’s go.”

I glanced over his shoulder at the two women throwing darts across the bar. They were cute, sure. But they weren’t her.

I shook my head and focused back on my phone. Without another thought, I hit the send button. There. Done. A simple question: ‘What are you doing?’

She answered right away and I hid a smile. I sometimes wondered if she waited around for my text or if it was all in my head. I read her short answer: ‘Nada. You?’

I sucked in a breath, contemplating how to ask the major question. I wanted to see her. It was nothing new. It was how our relationship had been working for months now. She always came to get me, we always spent the night together, an agonizing night of cuddling and nothing more. I wasn’t sure what we were waiting for, but we hadn’t even kissed yet. Maybe tonight…

Her apartment was warm and smelled like Christmas, a combination of freshly baked cookies and pine trees. I would never admit it out loud, but her tiny apartment felt more like home to me than my own. She felt like home.

“Thanks for picking me up,” I said, kicking my shoes off in the corner and shrugging my jacket off. I tossed it over hers on one of the kitchen chairs.

Jane turned to grin at me, her green eyes rolling good naturedly. She was used to my late night texts to be picked up at the bar. Damn. I needed to learn how to be sober around her. I could barely function with her in the same room.

I watched her flit around, handing me a cold beer, tossing her shoulder length blonde hair over her shoulder as she leaned into her refrigerator for the glass of wine she kept cold while out to pick me up.

We did what we always did: watched TV, joked about stupid shows, reminisced about our childhoods, and delved into serious topics like what we wanted for our futures.

And then we were both yawning and I knew it was time for bed. A wave of terror swept over me, nerves about the moment that lay before me. I had to do it. This time, I had to make the move. Why did I have to suck at making the first move?

I undressed quickly while she was in the bathroom, making sure I was already under the covers so that nothing…ahem…gave me away as to how I was feeling right now.

She smiled when she came into the room, the same teasing grin she always gave, like I was a little kid or something. I wish I knew what that meant.

She didn’t undress until the lights were off, but I already knew she would be wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties once she joined me under the blankets.

Despite the warmth of the room, I was shivering. She did this to me. I couldn’t even keep it from her, seeing as how the whole bed had to shake right along with me. Not to mention I couldn’t be away from her for even a second when we were alone in the dark, the silence around us deafening, reminding us of the huge elephant in the room.

She snuggled under the covers and before I could shift towards her, she propped herself up on one elbow and cocked her head at me. “Are you cold?”

I nodded, embarrassed. No, I wasn’t cold. Damn it.

Without hesitating, she rested her head against my chest and wrapped herself around me, her legs intertwined with mine, her arm rubbing mine gently.

I could feel my breathing pick up and I was sure she could hear my heart about to explode from my chest.

She moved her head and suddenly her warm breath was against my neck, sliding up to my ear.

Oh, God.

Did she know what she was doing to me?

I’d been staring at her lips for months now, wondering how they would feel against mine, if they would taste like the minty gloss she constantly applied. Months passing her office, pretending not to look as I walked by but always aware of her.

She was one of my best friends. I had no idea how to move things to the next level, even if the position we put ourselves in all the time suggested she felt the same way.

I lowered my chin so that her breath hit my mouth rather than my ear…that was way too much for me to handle.

“Mike?” Her voice was hushed and I could feel her heartbeat quicken.

This was it. She was exactly where I was. She wanted me. I wanted her. And I was pretty sure she was going to make the first move and I’d be home free.

“Yeah,” I replied, tightening my grip on her.

Her fingers lazily caressed my side, sending chills all through my body.

I moved my head closer to hers, my mouth inches away from capturing those lips with mine.

She caught her breath…and then sighed. “Never mind,” she said, disappointment pouring from her whole being.

Wait a second.

Cuddling? Check.

Heavy breathing? Check.

Mouths almost joined? CHECK!!

My sigh echoed hers. Well. She didn’t do it. And I officially lost my nerve after that.

Jane rubbed my arm and lifted her head. She smiled softly at me in the dark, her eyes twinkling from the moonlight through the window. “Thanks for being here,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

A cheek kiss??

Ugh. I tried to smile back but it came out a grimace. “No prob,” I said, feeling like a complete ass.

She laid her head back on my chest and I closed my eyes.

Maybe next time…

Sigh...I really hope that someday, Mike makes the move. Because Jane certainly can't wait. ;)