Glitter

If kissing Jack had offered me refuge from every Alex related thought, then kissing Alex was the exact opposite. The moment his lips touched mine, images of Jack from last night, the burning impressions his mouth and hands left all over me, exploded behind my eyes. Guilt welled up and filled me, robbing me of most logical thought and as Jack's face drifted forward - the clouded expression he'd had when he saw me and Alex was evident.

Oh but he tasted heavenly!

And Alex did.

A low dull ache began in my lower belly and began to spread. Slowly, determined not to let the thought destroy the moment of absolute bliss Alex's lips was offering me, I wound my arm around his neck and pulled him to me. He chuckled against my lips, then after an agonizing moment, pressed himself closer.

My back against the kitchen sink, Alex before me, I really could have died right then and I wouldn't have cared.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity before Alex pulled away. I had to grip the table to keep from falling forward, onto him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the tip of his nose brushing against mine, "I'm sorry that it took me that long to realize..."

Looking up at him, I tried to smile. The elation I'd initially felt when he'd first told me, and kissed me, was slowly ebbing away. All I could think of now was Jack and how much he must hate me now. The fact that he had a girlfriend didn't really count. I still felt bad for leading him on like I had.

Alex must've noticed because without saying another word, he leaned down again and kissed me.

"It's going to be okay, Dee. We're going to be okay now."

And with a trembling heart, I believed him.