“Danger is being perched on the side of a roof, practically naked. Danger is falling off said roof, naked. Danger is feeling like you’re flying when you’re perched on the edge of the world and you don’t have wings. I’m not Icarus.” She looked at me pointedly.
“Practically naked and naked are two different things,” I said with a grin as I reached her and grabbed a hold of her hands. They were cold and slightly shaky and I realized that perhaps she was slightly scared of the situation we were in. “Are you scared?” My eyes narrowed on her face. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not comfortable.”
“Who would be comfortable doing this?” she asked me, with a raised eyebrow. I stared back at her, and the teasing light in her brown eyes confused me. I wasn’t sure what she wanted from me.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked, waiting for her answer. She licked her lips nervously and then pulled her hands away from me, gave me a small smile and walked back over to the ledge of the roof. I watched her get down on her knees and then she looked back at me, her long hair hanging over her shoulder as she gave me a sensual smile.
“I’m waiting,” she said as she gazed at me. I stood there for a few seconds debating what to do. But then, I knew what I was going to do. I was going to make her believe that she had wings. I was going to make her soar. I wanted her to believe she could fly, yet, I was scared. What if my dad came to look for me? What if Barbie came with him? What if Mila saw them both? She’d have questions, demand answers I didn’t want to give. Answers that I couldn’t give. I felt something inside of me start to freeze cold with the position I was in. What was I really doing here? Why was I playing with this fire?
I could just walk away. Forget everything. Tell my dad no. Tell Mila I’d made a mistake. Tell everyone that everything was off. I didn’t know how many times I could look into Mila’s warm and hopeful brown eyes without crumbling. This wasn’t what I’d expected. She was giving herself to me openly, her heart on her arm. This was something I’d not prepared for. Could she really be in love with me? I knew that she couldn’t really be in love with me, not the real me. She didn’t know who I was. Not on the inside. Not even really on the outside either. She only knew the side of me that she’d been shown. I was her brother’s best friend. I was the handsome older guy who had been the subject of her dreams for many a year in high school. I wasn’t sure about college and I hadn’t even been sure about now until recently.
But now—now I knew that Mila had feelings for me, or at least thought she did. That was why she now found herself on top of a rooftop with me, waiting for me to take her.
My hand gravitated to her ass unconsciously. I felt my fingers running up her back, enjoying the feel of her slightly shivering skin, so alive and awake to me. I moved my fingers up higher and I could feel her heart beating through a nerve in her neck. Thump, thump, thump. Life that was breathing for me right now.
Her lips trembled slightly as she looked back at me, her expression curious as she waited to see what was going to happen next. I wanted to take her so badly. I wanted to bend her over, grab a hold of her hips and slide into her so hard that she wouldn’t even remember what it felt like for me to not be inside of her.
I could do it so easily. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her. No matter how depraved the situation was she was still going along with it. She was going to let me fuck her on this rooftop. It excited me and sent such a thrill through my veins that I wasn’t sure how I was able to resist her.
Her breasts glistened in the light, glowing at me, beckoning me in to touch her. Just one touch. My fingers caressed her nipple, and we both stilled. I leaned forward to kiss her, her lips soft and sweet next to mine.
“I’m ready, TJ,” she said, swallowing slightly, her eyes open, wide, innocent.
“I know,” I said and licked her lips before stepping back. “I know.”
“What are you doing?” She frowned, looking at me with a perplexed expression. I watched as her brows furrowed and her lips turned up in an almost petulant expression.
I loved staring at her face. I loved looking at her expressions and trying to guess what she was thinking. Sometimes I just looked at her from across the room. It was something that I’d been doing for many years. Just watching her. Sometimes it was when she watched TV, sometimes when she was laughing with her friends, sometimes when she was arguing with Cody, and other times when she was talking to Nonno. I loved watching her with Nonno. It stirred something in me that I didn’t really understand, but I loved to watch the two of them together; so easy, so relaxed, so loving. Sometimes she would crawl into his arms and he would rub her head and sing songs to her in Italian. She’d stare at him so adoringly and my heart would pause for a second. Then I would have to look away. I didn’t want to be a creep, and watching her when she was in such a perfect moment always made me feel that way.