It’s been a few days since I found Christopher in the music room and worked up the courage to speak to him. Other than a smile and a hi here and there, we haven’t had the chance to speak again. I worried he was avoiding me. It hurt to think that he doesn’t feel this same connection as I do. However, my insecurity was laid to rest when I opened my locker today and found the small present inside. There was no note but it wasn’t necessary. I know exactly whom it’s from. My heart is still bursting from the sweet gesture.

By the time I arrive at the skateboard park, I’m out of breath and have a cramp in my side but it’s worth the sharp pain when I find Christopher alone. His back is to me as his skateboard slides up the half-pipe onto the metal bar. He glides across the beam effortlessly, his body twisting with precision and skill as he skates back down.

I smile at the silver headphones slung around his neck, music blasting loudly from them. His lips move as he mouths the song. One I have no doubt he could sing better.

I take advantage of the moment, my eyes drinking him in. Christopher doesn’t dress like the other kids at our school and I like that about him. Where most of the guys are clean-cut jocks, Christopher is not. He often wears a black hat, his brown hair long enough to poke out the bottom. His dark jeans are loose and well worn, a black belt with metal spikes cinched low on his hips. Today he wears a plain white T-shirt with his usual black hoodie that’s been left unzipped. The sleeves are pushed up his forearms, revealing a thick black band on his left wrist, something I noticed he began wearing after he moved in with Faith. I like it. It suits him.

My feet start forward, butterflies flocking in my tummy. “I see you have more than one talent.”

His head snaps up in surprise and he comes to a stop, stomping on the edge of the skateboard to make it pop into his hand. The simple act is crazy hot.

“And I see you still enjoy intruding on someone’s private time,” he tosses back, but his tone is light.

“Public place again, Dennison, remember?”

He grunts but says nothing else.

“Does that mean you want me to leave?” I hold my breath, praying the answer will be what I think it is.

“No.”

Smiling, I reach into the side pocket of my book bag and pull out the pack of pink Hubba Bubba gum that was in my locker. “Did you leave this for me?”

He drops his skateboard, shoving his hands in his pockets as his feet shuffle nervously. “Maybe.”

Even though I already knew it was him, it still has my heart warming. “It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I doubt that.”

“It is.” I may have been given things that are more expensive but never something as meaningful as this. He listened to what I said and gave me something for no reason at all. That means more than anything money could buy.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s just a pack of gum.”

“It’s a big deal to me. Thank you, Christopher.”

“You’re welcome,” he mumbles, his Vans kicking at the cement.

When silence falls awkwardly, I move on to another subject, not ready to leave him yet. “You’re really good on that thing,” I say, pointing down to the skateboard.

He shrugs at the compliment. “I’ve been doing it for a long time.” Clearing his throat, he finally looks up at me. “Do you want to try?”

“No way.” I laugh, holding my hands up. “I’d probably break my neck.”

“I’ll help you.”

A beat of silence passes before I find myself agreeing, knowing it will mean I get to stay with him longer. “Okay.” Dropping my book bag, I join him on the concrete.

“Are you right or left-handed?” he asks.

“Right.”

“Then put your right foot on the board.”

I do as he instructs, placing my strappy sandaled foot on the skateboard. Definitely not the best shoes for something like this.

“Turn your body forward, in the direction you want to go.”

Again, I follow his order.

“Good, now push off with your left.”

My knees are a bit wobbly as I give a little push, barely moving a couple of inches.

“You can push a little harder,” he says, amused.

“Yeah, I can, but then I will lose my teeth. I like my teeth, Christopher. I want to keep them.”

Chuckling, he moves next to me, his warm hand swallowing my smaller one as he takes it in his.

My breath races, goose bumps traveling up my arm.

“I won’t let you lose them. I like them, too,” he whispers.

A shy smile takes over my face, the soft admission making my heart do somersaults in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I grip his hand and use more power for my next push.

My fingers tighten on his as I wobble like crazy. I try to keep my balance but it’s useless and I end up bailing at the last minute before I face plant and completely embarrass myself.

Christopher offers me a sympathetic grin. “It takes a lot of practice.”

“I’m sure it’s fun when you can actually move more than a few inches at a time.”

“It is. Want me to show you?”

“Are you trying to kill me?” I ask, lifting my brow.

His smirk spreads into a smile, stealing my breath.

It really is stunning.

“Come here,” he orders, extending his hand to me.

I don’t think twice about taking it, my heart craving the contact.

“Step on with both feet, side by side.”

Once I do, he plants his foot behind my two. My breath stalls as his arm curls around my waist, warmth flooding every part of my body, especially my chest.

“Trust me, I won’t let you fall,” he says, his breath next to my ear.

I nod, my throat too dry to speak at the moment.

He pushes off slowly at first, his arm hugging me closer when I begin to slightly sway. I tense my muscles, finding it helps to keep my balance. We remain in a straight line, each push moving us a little faster.

I close my eyes and raise my arms out at my sides, letting go of all my inhibitions. The soft, warm breeze dances across my bare skin as I bask in one of the most beautiful moments of my life.

Unfortunately, it all comes to a screeching halt when the skateboard lurches forward.

“Shit!” The curse flies from Christopher, his arm tightening around my waist as we’re jerked off the skateboard. We’re unable to gain our footing, mainly because my arms are flailing wildly. We hit the hard ground, Christopher taking the brunt of our fall as he brings me down on top of him, my face hovering a mere inch above his.

“Are you okay?” My question is breathless from feeling his body beneath mine.

“Yeah, you?” he asks, his voice gruff.

I nod.

“I’m sorry, Alissa. We must have—”

I cut off his apology with my mouth, brushing a kiss across his lips. The brave act has my heart ready to escape the confines of my chest.

His hazel eyes darken, captivating the moment. I fear I overstepped and am just about to apologize but don’t get the chance. One of his hands anchors in my hair at the back of my head as he closes the distance between us, bringing my lips to touch his again.

There is nothing quick about it the second time around, his soft lips coaxing mine timelessly and gracefully. When his warm tongue tentatively licks the seam of my lips, I open, giving him what he silently demands.

My gasp and his groan mingle in the hungry breaths between us. His fingers tighten in my hair as he steals every bit of precious air from my lungs.

They say you will always remember your first kiss, but in my case, that’s a lie. Because any kiss I had before this one was obliterated the moment his lips fell upon mine.

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