Living In Flames. by Emily Zimmerman. (always you kirsty moseley txt) 📖

my mind, and took two steps, cuddling into him. He easily wrapped his arms around me.

“I’m sorry Blake, I’m being stupid, aren’t I?” I asked him, not pulling away from the warm embrace.

“No. You’re in pain. I understand.” He muttered.

I let him pull me away, and he pushed the hair away from both sides of my face, his eyes intently studying mine. It took a few seconds, but the air around us seemed to grow warmer, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation. “Skylar...” He trailed off, pulling me back into him.

“Blake...I...” I didn’t know what to say.

I didn’t know if I wanted this, and I knew what would happen if I didn’t say anything to stop him...but I couldn’t say anything. The words were stuck. His face grew closer to mine, and he paused for a moment, taking in my expression. I tried to imagine what my face looked like to him - eyes wide, face nervous, eyebrows raised ever so slightly: expectant.

He seemed satisfied by what he saw, leaning forward a few inches to place his lips ever so slightly onto mine. Both of us were surprised by how I reacted, though. I stood up on my tiptoes, pushing myself up so the kiss was deepened, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He responded to my enthusiasm, moving his hands to the small of my back, and pushing me more firmly against him.

As he kissed me more fervently, there was a split second where no thoughts occurred - where it was just Blake and me, feverishly attacking each other. - and then there was one thought, one picture in my head that made all of the heated feelings disappear. Dan. His eyes devoid of emotion, and this time he whispered, “I guess you didn’t love me either.”

I pulled away from Blake with a gasp, ripping from his arms with a strength I didn’t know I had.

“Blake, we can’t do this!” I cried, crossing my arms in front of me in an attempt to keep the pain in my heart at bay.

He stared at me with careful, calculating eyes. “Why can’t we?”

I didn’t expect this. I was used to the polite, loving Dan who would never do anything I didn’t want him to. I wasn’t used to Blake. “B-because...because I...because he...” I couldn’t think of a reason.

I couldn’t very well tell him that Dan would be angry, or that I felt like I’m cheating on him. I wasn’t, and I left Dan, he can be mad at the things I do because he isn’t in my life anymore.

“Tell me why, Skylar. Give me a good reason why this isn’t acceptable.” He said.

I gave him an incredulous look. “Because I just broke up with Dan yesterday!” And I felt great pain admitting that.

“So? You’ll still be broken up with him a few weeks from now, years, your whole life, by the way you explained it, so what’s the point in waiting? I can finally have you, Skylar. I can finally feel you in my arms and kiss you. Do you know how long I’ve wanted that?” He asked me.

He had a point about Dan. But I couldn’t pay attention to that. Did he just say that he’d wanted me? I slowly shook my head in denial. “You’re not serious.” I muttered, almost to myself.

“Oh really? Skylar,” He paused with an exasperated breath and pulled me into him, planting his lips on mine in another heated kiss, “I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”

I was unable to pull out of his grasp, as images of Dan started flickering in my mind. “Please, Blake, it’ll hurt him to see us together,” I pleaded..

He snorted. “Hurt him? He pretty much told you that he shouldn’t have fallen in love with you, and you’re afraid of hurting him?”

He had yet another point. “I still love him, you know.” I whispered, grasping at straws.

He sighed heavily. “Yes, I know.”

“And he told me that - even though he was letting me go - he still loves me too.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed again. “I know. But he left you. As sorry as I am to say that, because I know it hurts you to hear it, he left you. I’m just asking you to give me a chance, Skylar. Just one chance to prove that I can be good for you.” He pleaded, taking my face in his hands.

I bit my lip, looking into his hopeful blue eyes. He was truly a wonderful friend to me...but could he mean more? Could he mean as much to me as Dan did? Maybe time will tell. I just couldn’t think about the future when it didn’t have Dan in it, and I couldn’t very well use Blake as a replacer. This had to be real. It had to be because I wanted Blake, and not because of the comfort hr gives me from my pain.

I had to think. I had to really search myself to consider if I really felt something for him. I sifted through the pain. I sifted through all of the hurt and all of the stifling feelings I still held for Dan, trying to find something that I felt for Blake, and even I was surprised at what I found.

He was studying my face, waiting patiently for my answer. And as I opened my mouth to speak, I knew I had made my decision.

And it would be either the best decision, or the worst mistake I’ve ever made.

 

Authors note - PLEASE READ:

Haha! I know what you're thinking. Emily you jerkbutt! but I promise, this next chapter will be worth the wait. I rushed into this part for a reason, which will be revealed in the next chapter. Anyhoo, I hope you don't hunt me down and kill me for leaving a cliff hanger, and I also hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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Text: I own this book, and everything written in it, if you try to steal this book I'll sue the pants off of you. Thanks.
Images: Google Images.
Editing: Emily Zimmerman.
Translation: Emily Zimmerman.
Publication Date: 10-27-2012

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Dedication:
To my brother, and my mother, if it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't be writing today.