Chapter 9
"Amy, I-" She halts me, raising her finger to my lips. She trailed her hand to the side of my face, and brought the other to rest on my chest. I stared into her eyes as she stared into mine, and she leant in. She curled her head as she planted her lips on mine, kissing me gently at first. Then I react, I bring my hands to her hips and pull her body against mine. The hand she had placed on my chest rose to the back of my neck, pulling my lips closer to hers.
For a few minutes, we stayed like that, kissing passionately in the secluded woods. We were a good twenty minutes' walk away from the camp, and no one else was doing rounds, as far as I knew. With a gasp for breath, I pulled back, still holding her firmly in my arms. Her face told me many things, disappointment, shock, and her eyes were pleading, begging not to stop.
I shake my head gently, "this was my fault," she squints her eyes at me, surprised at the reveal, "I should never have let you come with me." She pulls back, clearly stunned at what I'd said. "Don't say that, I made that decision for myself, I'm not your responsibility." She was growing impatient at the idea of me blaming myself; I just had to do the whole manly responsibility thing.
"No, I shouldn't have done that, that was wrong" I admit, causing a look of confusion on her face. She steps closer to me again, making me feel nervous. "Which do you mean," I look into her eyes as she comes closer, stopping as her lips are right in front of mine, "Letting me come with you? Or kissing me?" Her eyes dug into me, making me even more uncomfortable than I was. I have to stay strong, like she said, she doesn't even know me. "Both" I say, in as strong and stern a fashion as I could manage. I pull away from her reach, and walk back to camp.