Opposites Attract (On-Hold) - Chloe Knox (novels for students txt) 📗

That made me laugh aloud, getting me a bunch of glares from many peers and a few teachers, “You could always join me!”
“Well what do you prefer? For me, I mean.”
“Doesn’t matter to me! As long as I’m the only one who gets to see them.”
“Oh? So if I told you I wear granny panties?”
“Then you’re definitely going underwear shopping with me.” Zane said with a soft chuckle. The teachers glared over at us, so we both picked up a random book and pretended to read till they looked away.
“Ashley?”
“Yeah?”
“How far did you go with Josh?”
I froze, not because I was uncomfortable but because I was surprised.
“I don’t mean to put any pressure on you or anything I just…I was just wondering.”
“No it’s fine, um…me and Josh we didn’t really do anything together! I was lucky he gave me a ride to and from school.”
Zane snorted, “So you’re still a…you know?”
“A virgin?” I asked surprised that Zane appeared to be the slightest bit confused and scared talking about this with me. I mean, yeah we had only been dating for a day, but we had to be comfortable talking about this kind of stuff with one another. And it’s not like we’re actually doing anything, we’re just…familiarizing ourselves with the other.
“Yeah that…”
“Yes, I’m a virgin…are you?”
“Yup!” My eyes went wide and he squinted his eyes curiously, “What?”
“Oh! Nothing, you just…you just seemed like—“
“Like the type of guy that dated girls for so long depending on how long it takes them to put out?”
“Kind of…”
Zane laughed, “No, believe it or not, behind this perverted mind, is a gentleman.”
I smiled, “Good.”
…you really can’t judge a book by its cover…

Sitting in front of the fireplace in my parent’s living room next to Zane doing nothing but playing the question game…ugh! I was so relaxed and comfortable around him, yet he managed to make my heart flutter and my stomach flip. It was so weird to think that just a month ago I had hated the guy. It’s been three weeks since we started dating, and never once had we fought! Never once had we not understood the other, not laughed, not kissed.
“Ashley? I’m tired of this game.” Zane complained letting his cheek rest on my shoulder.
I giggled, “Then what do you want to do?”
“Well…I now know that I can’t play Mortal Kombat, Mario Kart, Mario Brothers, Mario Party…pretty much anything Mario we can’t play.”
“Why? Because you don’t like being beat by a girl?”
“No, it’s not that! It’s when that girl beats me EVERY SINGLE TIME. Then I start to get a little anxious.”
I huffed, “Uh! You’re such a sore loser!” I yelped, feeling so overwhelmingly giddy.
“Don’t judge me! You’re the one that flipped out when I beat you at Monopoly.”
“Because you cheated—“
“I did not.”
My mouth fell open in amusement, “Uh, yeah! You did! You kept taking my money when I wasn’t looking!”
“Well, honey! That happens in the real world, I was just preparing you!”
I laughed and gave him a kick kiss on the cheek, “Fine! No Monopoly! Nothing Mario related! And no Mortal Kombat! What do you want to do then…”
Zane crooked a smile. One that made his eyes go dark with an inner emotion that I was able to read, yet don’t exactly want to say out loud. The pure thought of him looking at me like that, makes the hairs on my arm stand, and my heart race.
“I have something in mind…”

“Okay, um…left hand green.” Zane mumbled, after flicking the spinner on the board next to the circle colored mat.
I groaned in irritation. I was holding my body off the color spotted mat, like a crab. Zane was on all fours, in the easiest position in the book, next to me. He was literally blocking the whole entire row of green dots, and he knew it. The evil smirk on his face, proved my theory.
I giggled in embarrassment, as I stretched out my hand over his body to touch the closest green dot with my finger tips. Somehow I managed to twist my body so that I was now on all fours but over top of Zane. He chuckled, and his back shook the slightest bit against my chest, “Shouldn’t this be the other way around?”
“Ah! Zane? You’re such a pervert!” I yelped, but I couldn’t stop smiling. I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Left hand on red.”
“Oh, thank god.” I mumbled and slid my way into the same position I had been, before the arrow had landed on green.
Zane this time, just to tease me, lifted his left arm over me to touch the red spot next to my hand. His arm lightly brushed against my chest, making my body immediately react. I began to blush, my body started to grow warm and tingle, but Zane? It was such a light touch, he hadn’t even noticed.
He flicked the spinner, “Right foot blue.”
I quickly skimmed my eyes over the mat and spotted the row of blue, under Zane. Of course! Then again, what did I expect! It’s Twister!
I reached my right leg out, in between Zane’s, to touch a blue circle, and I ended up slipping. I actually slipped!
Aren’t you smooth, Ashley! Nice going!
“Whoa!” was all that slipped through my mind before my arms buckled from under me, making me fall on my butt. I laughed, “Ow, my ass. My poor ass.”
“Even without skates, you bust your butt.” Zane mumbled with amusement, and encircled me in his arms, pulling me onto his chest as he flipped onto his back
“You don’t shut up about that, and I’m going to bust a cap in YOUR ass.”
“Is that any way to treat your savior?”
I scoffed, “Savior? I fell three inches onto a rug, and you didn’t even catch me in time.”
“It’s the thought that counts.”
I giggled, and nuzzled my head into the small, soft, and warm groove of his neck, right under his chin. It was like he was made for me, my face fit perfectly into that lushes curve of flesh. He smelled of...pumpkin spice. It was the same every day and night I saw him, yet it never didn’t excite me. The pure smell of him never grew les intoxicating then the night before.
I turned my head, and slid my lips up his neck. I didn’t kiss him, just brushed his skin, making a soft yet long breath escape his lips. I rested my hand on his chest, and could feel the faded tap of his heart against my finger tips, through his shirt and skin. My lips slowly swept over his silky skin to his ear. My lips brushed the spot, right under his ear next to his angled jaw line, and he inhaled a quick nervous breath. I did my best, to hold in another giggle, and then parted my lips the slightest bit to kiss him. Again, he quickly inhaled. This time, I let my giggle slip out. Running lips up the last inch to his ear I whispered, “I think I found your weak spot.”
“Well what’s yours?” he asked and turned his head, to look into my eyes. I looked down at his lips and smiled, “I can’t tell you.”
“Awww, now don’t be like that.” Zane whispered, making me giggle.
“No, I…I don’t know what mine is.”
“Oh really?” Zane whispered back and gently turned me onto my back.
“Mhmmm,” I whispered all though I barely heard it myself.
“Then I guess we’ll have to find it,” Zane whispered, and my heart stopped. Immediately my breaths started to come out jagged and unsteady.
I nodded vigorously, feeling extremely nervous but needy.
Any girl who says the thought of a guy touching her annoys or disgusts them—unless their lesbian—is lying. Its human nature…and so yeah! I wanted him to want to touch me in the ways I did him. I wanted to feel his hands on my skin, and his kisses on my neck…but hell I was nervous!
Quickly I leaned forward and kissed his lips. I could feel myself quiver against his mouth, and it made it even more difficult for me to kiss him without going out of breath quickly, “Are YOU okay?”
I smiled…there was no point in hiding my feelings, “Just nervous.” I admitted.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“I know…I trust you.” I whispered, leaning in for yet another kiss.
It was slow, yet a lot more passionate then our “heated kisses”...if that makes sense. It allowed me to savor and engrave every detail into my memory. His scent, his taste, his feel, even his sounds; the sounds of his deep breathing and quite moans was enough to make me smile in delight.
The soft wet feel of his slightly swollen lips, left a faint trail of burn under my skin from my lips, over my cheeks, to my neck. At first, he only brushed his lips against my neck, like I had to him. Then I felt his tongue, extremely warm and moist glide against my skin in a wet kiss…then two…the three, four. It made my body shiver, and me giggle.
Zane gently tilted my head from side to side with his right hand, kissing my neck at different angles.
Then the strong warmth of his hand on my cheek disappeared, from my face, and instead traveled along my body.
Every move and gesture was slow and gentle, he was being careful not to rush anything.
His hand slid from my neck, over my chest, down my torso to my hips. He grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it a few inches, to expose my underwear and stomach.
Warily, he lowered the full weight of his body on top of me and shimmied a bit so that his shirt rode up a few inches revealing a strip of his own stomach.
Only then did the kisses start to get faster, frenzied.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, to deepen the kiss. Our tongues meshed in a familiar yet breathtaking grasp.
His hands twisted in the thin fabric of my dress’s skirt. He pulled and twisted the edge gently, teasingly.
His lips faded away from mine, to caress the other side of my neck, as his hand slid under the hem. He brushed his knuckles against my outter thigh, making me shiver.
The front door slammed, making both me and Zane jump away from each other, but not before my mother walked in the room to see us…better her then my father, though.
“Hey, mom,” I mumbled, the awkward tension in the air immediately threatening to cut off my circulation. I’m sure it was ten times worse for Zane.
My mother didn’t speak, she just froze.
Moments later my father walked in, to see me and Zane and my mother just staring at each other, “Ashley…who’s your friend?” My father asked.
I turned to look at Zane, and he swallowed…hard…


Chapter Sixteen