Why did you move to Tennessee
do not let me go
A pleasant feeling flows through my body. I look into Jackson's face. His cold features seem almost loving. What am I supposed to do now? I mean I don't even like him, do I? My mouth is dry and I am unable to get a single word out of my lips. A smile spreads across his lips. He reaches out his hand to my face and gently traces the contours of my chin. I look up. Imperceptibly he slides a little closer to me and thus presses me completely against the wall. My hands, which were hanging limply next to my body the whole time, begin to stir. I don't understand what's wrong with me. On the one hand, I feel great hatred of him and, on the other hand, I feel attracted to him. Without noticing it, a smile spreads on my face. He seems validated and puts his hands around my face. Carefully he lets his hands slide over my shoulders and let them lie on my hips. My hands move towards him without the influence of my clear consciousness. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes. We just stand there and hug. It seems like we both need that. Protectively, he lays his head on mine and gives me a kiss on the forehead. The place where he touched me begins to pulsate pleasantly.
Jackson puts a finger under my chin and forces me to look at him. As weird and wrong this moment feels, I enjoy it so much. He tilts his head down a little and lays his forehead against mine. "What am I going to do with you now?" He whispers, barely audible, but loud enough to understand. "What do you mean?" I raise my eyebrows in confusion, but he just laughs. "You wouldn't understand, KitKat."
I lift my head and look straight into his eyes. "Then explain it to me." I challenge him. Shaking his head, he turns his head away from me and stares into space. "You wouldn't understand." he clarifies. I reach out my arms to him, wrap them around his neck and stand on my tiptoes so that I can be close to eye level with him. He turns back to me and grins down at me. "Don't look at me like that." I pucker up my face and make him big eyes. "Please."
"Okay." He rolls his eyes in a playful annoyance. Satisfied, I wrap my arms around him a little tighter and look at him expectantly.
He slowly leans down to me and my eyes immediately begin to focus on his lips. I stare into his face as if hypnotized. Totally distracted, I don't notice how he reaches past me, grabs my thighs and lifts me up. I squeak in shock and hit my elbow against the cold wall. "What will it be when it's done !?" Jackson grins mischievously at me and presses my back against the wall. "Well, what does it look like?" I run my hand through his dark hair and grin at him. My eyes fall on his lips again and my pulse starts beating irregularly. His jaw starts twitching. "What is this supposed to be here?" I ask in a shaky voice. "What do you want what it will be?" His voice is warm and deep. My voice is just a whisper when I answer him. "I don't know." Jackson's gaze is fixed on my lips. My breathing is only intermittent. What the hell am I doing? Our lips are only a few millimeters apart. When our lips brush for a split second, I claw my nails in Jackson's neck and he makes a soothing sound. I wrap my legs a little tighter around his waist and he tightens my grip on my bum. No matter what's happening here, it's totally wrong.
"Jackson I -...." my voice begins to break. "ShhhhShhhShhh ... Don't say anything to KitKat."
My grip on his neck tightens and my hands begin to shake. His right hand goes under my shirt and brushes my right chest on the way to my back. When he runs his fingers up and down my sensitive side, I shudder. My hands grip his hair even tighter and pull him down to me. Jackson covers my neck with kisses and I moan softly into his ear. I can see every single hair on the back of his neck stand up. He pulls off my throat, out of breath, and looks me straight in the eye. I pull him back to me. I don't want him to stop. Again he bends down to me. Just as our lips brush against each other again, a phone ring makes us split apart. Jackson lets go of me with a jerk and I slide my back roughly along the hard wall. All I can hear from Jackson is a soft swear. "Who's it?" I just shake my head and put my cell phone back in my pocket. "Nobody important." His expression changes suddenly. "Don't lie to me." I put my hand on his shoulder soothingly. "It wasn't Jackson important."
When I am almost convinced that he has bought it from me, his hand shoots forward and snatches the still ringing cell phone from my hand.
When he lifts his gaze from the cell phone, his face is ice cold and just as expressionless as before. Anger flashes in his eyes. "Maybe you should answer it." He snaps at me. He gives me back my cell phone, turns around and within seconds jumps off the canopy. "Jackson!" I call after him, but he's already gone. With glassy eyes I stare at my display and press "Accept call".
"Hey, what's up?" I put on my fake smile and try to come across as authentically as possible. "Tomorrow." his voice sounds totally sleepy and rough. "I hope I don't bother you." At these words my stomach cramps.
“No, you don't bother at all. I just woke up."
"I wanted to ask you if you would like to do something with me?" Despite the feeling of happiness that is growing in me, I don't know how to answer. What just happened to Jackson, respectively, I just can't get what almost happened to him just now.
"Kat is still there?" Ryan's warm voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Yes, sorry uh -... what was the question again?"
Ryan laughs in amusement.
"Tell me, Kat, where are you with your thoughts?" If only he knew. "I asked you if you'd like to do something with me?" I take a deep breath before answering him. “I would really like to spend time with you, but I'm not doing so well today. I think I'll get sick. "To make my lie look a little more believable, I add a cough to it.
His voice sounds understanding and caring when he answers me.
“Then maybe it really is better if you recover. If you want, I'll come over later and bring you something to eat. "My cheeks are starting to glow. How can you be so cute?
"That's really cute, Ryan, but I think I'm pretty contagious."
He sighs. "It's a shame, get well soon."
I would love to tell him to come to me right now so I can throw myself in his arms, but I just can't do it. "See you."
"Thanks for calling Ryan."
Without another word he hangs up and I slide down against the wall in frustration.
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