Free Chaos Theory by M Evonne Dobson Page B

that’s what I do. Forget my lowly RL romance league and onward into fantasy league. His lips come down on mine and flutter against them. My soft breath escapes and lands square in his mouth. It sounds like a groan. Maybe it is.
    Gavin pulls back a couple centimeters without any embarrassment. My face is hot enough to call the fire department. That quiet island of contented eyes? They’re more like a sea from Homer’s Odyssey , sucking me into riptides. And I want to drown.
    He whispers, stating the obvious, “That was nice.”
    â€œAh huh.”
    â€œWant to me to stop?” And he rakes his sexy half-closed eyes over my face.
    â€œNah uh.”
    He lowers those wonderful moist lips down again. This time, I do groan. His short laugh echoes in my mouth. It travels down my nerve synapses to my toes that promptly curl up in my shoes. Then he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
    I curse that damned bookbag at my feet that keeps my body from crushing up against his; deeply regretting that it keeps all those private body parts from touching. Everything would fit so nicely together. As he tips me back and moves those lips against me again, his hands play across my back and lower. Nerve synapses scream everywhere.
    I move my hands down his back too, and isn’t that nice?
    â€œGeez, get a room,” a passing student gruffs out. Other students laugh.
    â€œShut up, Nile.” Emerald Green Eyes says as he eases back, but he doesn’t let go of my waist.
    We weave back and forth in each other’s arms to music no one else can hear. Then he says, “We’d better get to class.”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œFriday night?”
    I nod. As he starts down the hall, it hits me. “Wait, Gavin?”
    He turns back.
    â€œWhere will we sit?” Back of the pep band bus is make out section. I never sit there, and not sure I want to sit there, and…
    â€œWhere do you think?” says Gavin with the Emerald Green Eyes. He dives into the students and is gone.
    And I thought he’d been too gorgeous to be straight? Now, on top of all the other complications in my life, I just added back-of-the-bus worries.
    Back of the bus…Going won’t be bad, but coming back in the dark? Plastered up against Gavin? Am I ready for that? Geez, Sandy—angry or not—I need you.
    Grabbing my phone, I text. Knock it off. NEED YOU. Gavin asked me to sit w/him on the bus Friday night. Help???? I look at those four question marks and consider editing the Sandy-speak, don’t, and then send them off into her world.
    For a minute, I think she isn’t going to answer. Then, Mad at you!!! Then, Gavin, huh? At last! She’s mad enough that Gavin’s move only rated one exclamation mark.
    I know. Meet after school at my locker? Then, remembering the bigger picture and my new plan, text, Bring Sam?
    Again, she makes me pay for my lie.…wait, wait…Then, Why Sam?
    Explain later. It’s call-in-the-cavalry time.
    The pass bell rings and I am so late. Running in to chem lab, Nile’s voice crests above the noise twenty-four students make settling down to work. “Kami! How was the lip-lock with Gavin?”
    I don’t have a comeback. That says it all. Everyone in high school will know about the kiss before school is out. Half the lab students stare at me and the other half snicker. My lab partner Cindy whispers, “Good for you. Ignore them. You flirted with Gavin all fall.”
    And how pathetic is it that everyone noticed?
    She lights the Bunsen burner that bursts to life with a whoosh of sound and flame. “It’s about time he made his move.”
    I stare at the dangerous blue/white flame. And what do we do with that? I can’t remember a thing about today’s experiment.
    She giggles. “So the great and mighty Kami is not prepared. I’ve got your back. You just record the numbers.”
    Even Cindy who I hardly know has my