50,000 words – A novel.
I opened my eyes and saw Gauge looking at me. So much energy was in his dark eyes that they almost seemed to turn hazel, lighting up as he released his inhibitions and allowed his desires to take hold.
Gauge lowered me onto his bed and slid next to me. I could feel his heart racing as much as mine. Our hands were roaming each other’s bodies with urgency, exploring what we’d only seen previously—had been within inches of, but never dared to touch.
Soft hands slid up under my t-shirt and felt my stomach. When Gauge’s pinky slowly teased my hip line I felt myself rocking toward him, ready to experience more. I was undeniably aroused and ready to pursue whatever avenue this moment took me. I was vulnerable, and it was exciting.
A soft moan came from within me. Gauge pressed his lips on my ear now, gently nibbling it. My hands were on top of his t-shirt. I felt his arousal pressing into my leg. We continued to entwine our bodies into each other, melting together like two lit candles next to each other, slowly becoming one.
I felt his hand underneath my back, pressing against it and trying to get me to sit up, which I immediately did. With my hair half covering my face, I raised my arms, eager for his hands to slide my t-shirt off and continue our exploration.
Our eyes locked. I don’t know how or why but something had suddenly changed. The exotic trance was gone and I was staring at Gauge, who had gone back to his cautious, self-preserving persona.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
My face turned red and I immediately lowered my arms, wrapping them around me protectively. I felt like such a heel.
“I got carried away. I shouldn’t have done that,” he added.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Not a great move.”
Despite him being right next to me and practically on top of me, I managed to roll away, gaining a safe distance by standing up at the opposite side of the bed. Not one to handle embarrassing situations very well, I smiled and said, “So, I guess you forgive me?”
Gauge smiled, but it was robotic. His thoughts were clearly somewhere else now—almost like he was in damage control mode.
OMG—was I damage control?“Well, I have some work to do. I’d better get going,” I said. The words sounded so awkward as they rolled off my tongue, making me feel even more ridiculous.
“I’ll see you later,” Gauge said. He was still sitting on the bed. I could see his chest moving in and out, his one hand rubbing his head like he was trying to force a thought out.