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"The truth, huh? No one wants to hear the truth. The truth is never sexy. But you …" The last<br />
button came undone, and he spread her shirt away. "You are too goddamned sexy to be real."<br />
His words held his trademark snarky tone, but his eyes conveyed a different message entirely. I<br />
was witnessing this scene through Lissa's eyes, but I could imagine what he saw. Her smooth,<br />
white skin. Slender waist and hips. A lacy white bra. Through her, I could feel that the lace was<br />
itchy, but she didn't care.<br />
Feelings both fond and hungry spread over his features. From within Lissa, I could feel her<br />
heart race and breathing quicken. Emotions similar to Christian's clouded all other coherent<br />
thoughts. Shifting down, he lay on top of her, pressing their bodies together. His mouth sought<br />
hers out again, and as their lips and tongues made contact, I knew I had to get out of there.<br />
Because I understood it now. I understood why Lissa had dressed up and why the love nest had<br />
been decked out like a Yankee Candles showroom. This was it. The moment. After a month of<br />
dating, they were going to have sex. Lissa, I knew, had done it before with a past boyfriend. I<br />
didn't know Christian's past, but I sincerely doubted many girls had fallen prey to his abrasive<br />
charm.<br />
But in feeling what Lissa felt, I could tell that none of that mattered. Not in that moment. In that<br />
moment, there were only the two of them and the way they felt about each other right now. And<br />
in a life filled with more worries than someone her age should have had, Lissa felt absolutely<br />
certain about what she was doing now. It was what she wanted. What she'd wanted for a very<br />
long time with him.<br />
And I had no right to be witnessing it.<br />
Who was I kidding? I didn't want to witness it. I took no pleasure in watching other people get<br />
it on, and I sure as hell didn't want to experience sex with Christian. It'd be like losing my<br />
virginity virtually.<br />
But Jesus Christ, Lissa wasn't making it easy to get out of her head. She had no desire to detach<br />
from her feelings and emotions, and the stronger they grew, the stronger they held me. Trying<br />
to distance myself from her, I focused my energies on coming back to myself, concentrating as<br />
hard as I could.
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