Chapter 7: Claire- Hit by the WTF Bus
I knew the alley was empty now, but I couldn't move, my face was buried in his chest, listening to him breathe evenly… which was totally embarrassing because I was still panting, and frozen solid after being hit by the what-the-fuck bus!
He kissed me! Quil Ateara kiss ME! I'm not dreaming, and as far as I know I'm not yet dead. I can smell him and feel him, he IS here and he just kissed me… and nibbled my ear and smashed my body against a wall. Which by the way was outrageously hot, like hotter than I can explain.
"Um, you okay?" Quil's voice was soft and worried as he gently pried me off his body, running his hand through my hair, smoothing it out.
"I don't know," I whimpered. I couldn't move—my knees felt as if they were made of jello… or even softer, like pudding. Mmmm… pudding. My stomach growled embarrassingly and I giggled, finally looking at his face. He looked scared, as if I were going to hit him. I wanted to laugh; six foot tall and he looked scared of me.
"You didn't hurt me," I assured him, taking advantage of our new closeness and kissing every part of him I could reach. Ignoring my empty stomach I kissed his arms and his chest through the thin fabric of his tee.
"I'm just in shock… and a little hungry," I admitted rubbing my abdomen.
"Claire, what happened to you," Quil demanded, examining me thoroughly for the first time today.
"What?" I asked, subconsciously patting down my hair and straightening my shirt.
"You lost so much weight and you— wait did—did I do this?" Quil asked, the most intense fiery pain in his eyes. I couldn't bear to see it. I hopped on my tippy toes and covered his lips with mine, eager to see if he still allowed me to do so. His lips responded, but I could tell he was still upset.
"You didn't do anything. It's this diet thing me and Lana are doing. Two weeks of special lemonade, go down two sizes!" I said in my best infomercial voice.
"You haven't eaten in TWO WEEKS!" He bellowed, outraged.
"No! Only 6 days," I reasoned with him. I was in his arms before I knew it and he was rushing me back to the store, the heat from his body pressed on my right side.
"We're getting you something to eat now!" He said heading to the store.
"I can walk you know," I said lightly, not really wanting to argue when I could be close to him.
When he put me down in front of the door he held it open and I walked in to find half the pack—Collin, Michael, Seth, Paul, Anna, Jared, Embry, Sam and Emily, in full play-by play discussion. I was sure I was going to die of humiliation right there when I heard Embry ask, "any over the sweater action?" and Collin replied, "they were too close for fondling."
"Out! Out! Out! Thank you for helping, but—OUT! Now!" Quil shouted knocking Embry through the door followed closely by Jared. Anna winked at me as she left, grabbing a bottle of 7-up and Michael's hand.
"Um, wow. That's not gunna stop being awkward, huh?" I asked smiling.
"Awkward?"
"People talking about us," I said tossing my finger back and forth between us.
"Us," it was not a question, his face lit up pleasantly as he digested the words and I launched myself at him; scaling Quil like a tree and placing kisses all over his face, finally reaching his mouth. He placed me gently on the counter, not breaking my hold, pressing even closer as he deepened the kiss. I moaned ridiculously and embarrassingly in his mouth, as the tip of his tongue traced my top lip.
His hands trailed down from my face, caressing my collarbone, sending chills down my back. His fingers traced lower, past my shoulder blade, over my heart and finally down the middle of my breast, grazing my nipple and causing a tremor so intense it broke our kiss.
He started to pull away, and I begged shamelessly, "please, don't stop," wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. He chuckled into my mouth, kissing me softly once more, before bringing his lips to my ear. I struggled to keep myself from making anymore stupid sounds by gripping him tightly. He bit on my ear lightly, before moving his lips to the soft spot just behind the lobe, placing a soft kiss there.
I couldn't control myself and when I noticed I was digging my nails into his back I let go quickly. He groaned and I could feel on my leg that he was turned on. The knowledge that I could do that to him got my heart racing again and I couldn't handle it.
"T-take me upstairs," I sputtered breathlessly, gripping on to him more tightly. He pulled me up tighter, and headed towards the back, where there were stairs leading to his small apartment above the shop. Just as we reached the door, the front door's small bell rung and Quil grunted loudly. He didn't let me down, his arms gripped me tighter but he dutifully turned us back to the front door.
"WE'RE CLOSED!" he bellowed, to a girl already holding two candy bars.
"Take those, merry Christmas," I growled impatient as the girls stared up at me. A new figure emerged in the doorway and Quil let me go. I smiled sheepishly at Emily stood trying to look dignified as I could muster.
"Um, sorry," Emily said blushing. "I just wanted to say, you're looking a bit too slim Claire-bear. Come over for food… when you're free." Emily hurried back out the door, and well there's just nothing like your aunt catching you mounting a man to kill the mood. My stomach agreed and I grabbed a Snickers bar, opening it quickly and dragging Quil out the front to follow Emily.