Serial Hottie

2012 | Young Adult (YA)

"Does that mean you don't have a boyfriend?"

I narrowed my eyes at him but he still figured out the truth. He gazed at me for a moment then asked, "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

I blushed again. Even deeper than before. My lack of response answered the question for me. I think this was the reaction Seth was hoping for since he leaned in really close. I instinctively tried to back away from him but seeing as how I was lying in bed, and he was blocking my escape, the only thing I could do was sink down into my pillow.

"I wonder…" he said when I could sink no lower. I was flat on my back again, ignoring the discomfort the pressure was causing my stitches. He leaned completely over me, trapping me between his hands and hovering at arms length directly above me. His eyes were still quizzical, and yet they burned, almost wild, as he stared down at me.

When he spoke again, it was a whisper. A velvety-smooth, dangerous whisper. "Have you ever been kissed, Ellie?"

I sucked in a deep breath and then held it while the blood drained from my face. I was frozen, completely terrified by this beautiful boy and what it looked like he was about to do.

When Seth leaned in and brought one of his hands to my face, I flinched so violently it startled him. Instead of kissing me—which I'm pretty sure he wanted to do—he sat back up and whispered, "Okay. Relax." He brushed the hair away from my eyes, and then ran the backs of his fingers down the length of my cheek. "When you're ready." It sounded like a promise.

Kelly Oram (Author)