Changing the Script -ON HOLD-

Chapter Five

 His lips on mine are a whole different sensation. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. It's different from when I kiss my father's stubbly cheek, or when I pressed my lips to the smooth, bald head of a baby.

It's totally new.

And I'm not sure if I like it.

He's pulling me into him; both of his masculine arms are wrapped around my waist. 

I don't object. My arms go around his neck, and I’m kissing him back before I know it.

His lips are moving in sync with mine. 

I've kissed boys before. But I have never kissed a man like I am now.

And that's when it hits me.

Brandon is a man.

It isn't right for me to be intertwined with him like I am now. 

I'm still a minor.

So, reluctantly, I jerk back. His hold on my waist breaks and I take a step back. 

His breath is ragged, and he's staring at me.

"Y-" I start to say something, but stop. I can't find the words. Instead, I stare right back at him.

The moonlight is shining down on him, illuminating his hair, his eyes, his whole face, in a way that I have never ever seen before. 

He's perfect. 

I almost say that out loud, but grind my teeth together to prevent myself from speaking.

“Liv….” Brandon whispers, stepping closer to me.

I step back again.

He stops coming toward me, his eyes staring down into mine.

I don’t think. No words form on my lips, no thoughts in my head. I stare back into his eyes, practically drowning in them.

He steps forward, careful this time, his arms locked around me now.

My breathing hitches, and I can feel the blush on my cheeks.

The smell of him fills my nose and makes me dizzy; I can’t think straight.

He leans down and kisses my cheek gently, as he would kiss a child, and whispers softly in my ear.

“Go to sleep, my beautiful girl.”

I step back, looking at him.

He smiles softly, almost sadly, and I turn for one of the doors.

The light flicks on.

My breath catches in my throat, and I nearly jump out of my skin.

I turn back to Brandon, my heart racing.

He puts a finger to his lips, motioning for me to be silent.

“Who’s there?” A loud voice booms.

Security found us. 

"It's just me!" Brandon calls, stepping in front of me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I'm sure I've never been so scared in my life.

I soon recognize the guard as Larry.

Of course the one security guard to find us is the one who doesn't like me. He's always said I was raised wrong, that I show too much skin with what I wear, that the music I listen to isn't appropriate, and so on.

Oh, and he refuses to call me Olivia. I'm Miss Donahue, and nothing else.

"What on Earth are you doing out here?" Larry demands.