Sunday, 6 December 2009
Christmas Countdown Number 8 – Brittany and Alex
Love these two, who seem conform to all the stereotypes about blond, good looking girls and dark latino guys and then break them all. I love that they tell alternating chapters so we get to be inside both their heads and see all their insecurities and demons and of course how their feeling towards each other change. They really do have Perfect Chemistry.
“You gonna kiss me now, or later?”
“Right now,” I say, which I can tell shocks him because his hands go still. At home, my life is dictated by my mom and dad. At school it’s different. I need to keep it that way, because if I have no control in every aspect of my life I might as well be a mannequin.
“Really?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I take one of his hands in mine. I’d never be this bold if we had an audience, and am thankful for the privacy of the nonfiction titles surrounding us. His breathing slows as I sit up on my knees and lean into him. I’m ignoring the fact that his fingers are long and rough and that I’ve never actually touched him before. I’m nervous. I shouldn’t be, though, I’m the one in control this time.
I can feel him restraining himself. He’s letting me make the move, which is a good thing. I’m afraid of what this boy would do if he let loose.
I place his hand against my cheek so it cups my face and I hear him groan. I want to smile because his reatcion proves I have the power.
He’s unmoving as our eyes meet.
Tim stops again.
Then I turn my head into his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.
“There, I kissed you,” I say, giving him back his hand and ending the game.
Mr Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blone bimbo.