why this beautiful girl I know ignores me in class and always sits in this stairwell for lunch. Got any ideas?” A blush stains my cheeks. That’s the second time he's called me beautiful, and it isn’t something I could easily forget. I've dropped some of my barriers with Ollie, he's just so sweet, and now that I know he and Milo are together it seems easier to be around him, harder in some respects too.
Our eyes connect, and I feel a tugging sensation in my stomach, almost like a pull, down low. My hand flies to my lower abdomen as a pooling warmth gathers there. Oliver sucks in a deep breath and his eyes widen a fraction.
I break the connection, looking away and noting the way Milo and Dante are watching us with rapt attention.
I dismiss the strange feeling in my body for attraction, which I'm unfamiliar with, and take a bite of my granola bar just to give myself something to do.
Dante takes a step forward and spins like he might try to squeeze into the space between me and the wall. I scoot over instinctively, and my hip and thigh meet Ollie’s. Dante slides down and we're all three smashed together on the step. This is the closest I've ever been to someone, let alone two someones. The warmth in my abdomen doubles and the tingle I've come to expect from touching them is zinging across my thighs.
What is it about these boys that makes my body go haywire? I've never really gotten close to anyone, but there have been times in my life where I've bumped into people or been touched by someone while passing through crowed area, but I've felt nothing close to this.
Dropping the granola bar to my lap, I run my palms over my denim-covered thighs, contemplating how to ask if it's normal and if they feel it too. Milo sits down on the step below us, wedging his back against Ollie’s legs and turning his face up to us. I swallow thickly and shift my knees closer to Dante to allow Milo more room.
“No, that's okay,” he mutters and grabs my ankles by wrapping his arm around them and pulling me back even closer to him.
The moment he touches me a low hum fills my body. It's like a circuit has been fully connected. My body comes alive with sensation.
I know my eyes must be huge as I look at the three of them with questions.
“Is that... what’s happening?” I don't know what to say, but I have to say something. Do they feel this? Is it normal?
Milo’s eyelids are heavy as his head drops back onto Ollie’s knee, his arms still wrapped around my legs. He looks like he's about to fall asleep and I feel like I'm touching a live wire.
Dante’s low gravelly voice comes from right next to my ear, “What we've been waiting for.”
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Beyond confused I start to panic. My breathing becomes labored and my heart rate skyrockets. What does he mean I’m what they've been waiting for? I jump up and step over Milo, severing the connection. Backing away from them feels wrong, but I don't know how else to handle them.
Ollie is the first to stand. His face is kind, his eyes soft with understanding. He licks his lips before speaking, “Laura, I'm sorry we jumped the gun.” He turns back to the others behind him briefly. “I think I can speak for all of us in saying that we find it hard to be around you but not close to you.”
“Why, what's happening? You do feel it don't you?” My last words come out as more of a hiss than a question.
Dante takes the lead by stepping closer to me. “Yes we feel it.” He confirms with a heavy look in my direction.
“What is it you feel exactly?” I question in confusion, but I’m hoping I can make some sense of the craziness that has become my life.
“A connection, a strong connection. One that we've known was going to happen and we've been waiting for.”
“I don't understand what you mean.” My voice is almost shrill. I shake my head unable to accept what he’s saying.
The three of them share a look between themselves, and Dante again takes the lead when he asks in his usual low rumble, “You don’t know anything?” At my blank look he continues almost in a whisper, “Anything about who or what you are?” He seems apprehensive, worried even, but he