Norma Jean - By Amanda Heath Page 0,23

I don’t even know if I can touch him without trying to bang his brains out.

“Norma put your gloves on and stand next to Chance. I want lots of pictures!” my mother exclaims and I cringe at the thought of her seeing us like this. I know Chance and he wouldn’t put a hand out of place, but I’m worried about me.

I sort of stumble to my couch to pick up my white gloves that come up to my elbows. This was my mom’s idea, not mine. I walk steady over to Chance and he wraps his big strong arms around my waist and kisses my cheek. His mouth ends up near my ear and he whispers “You look so fucking beautiful.” I can’t help but shudder. Chance just said fuck around me. Oh lord, it’s a heady feeling to have that kind of power over him. It’s not every day the boy loses his manners.

“Thank you,” I say as I kiss cheek and he smiles down at me. The camera starts clicking and I startle forgetting everything but Chance.

Mom makes us pose for what feels like an hour. I even had to get out Rydstorm because she wanted him to be a part of the fun. Sometimes I think she loves him more than me. It was about twenty minutes when I checked my phone after I was placed very nicely in Chance’s truck.

He climbs in and before I can even say anything, he puts his hand on my thigh and scoots me over to him. His lips find my neck as his hand stays on my thigh clenching and unclenching around the muscle. I sigh into his mouth, forever thankful that I got to hold Chance Duncan in the palm of my hand for even a little while.

Speaking of palming, I guess my hands have a mind of their own as one goes up to his shoulder and the other slides over his thigh and up to his groin. My breath catches as I find how excited he is. I admit I haven’t ever gone this far before. I could never work up the nerve to actually touch his most private area and I have to say I shouldn’t have waited so long.

He groans long and deep into my mouth as his hand moves from my thigh to under my dress. The trail of fire across my skin has me panting as he gets closer and closer to the place I want him most.

Uncomfortable I decide to climb up into his lap so he can reach the heat between my legs easier. When I move I guess he breaks out of the spell we are in when we make out. It’s like there is no one else in the world but Chance and his lips. His hands. His body.

I kind of shake my head to clear myself from the lust hazed fog, I shouldn’t let him get to me like this. Jesus. That was fucking hot. “Later, I promise.” he says as he kisses my neck.

I make a sound of disappointment which only makes him chuckle. He is always laughing at me, which is kind of annoying especially when I’m not trying to be funny. I told him that once and he said I was being so cute he couldn’t help himself.

Whatever. I’m not even a little bit cute.

He backs the truck out of the driveway and head towards the school where the dance is being held. The gym is old as hell and has no air conditioning so I’m hating this shit already. The parking lot is full of cars when we get there and I literally groan. I really hate crowded spaces. Add the no AC and we are all going to stink in like twenty minutes! Eww.

“We don’t have to stay long.” he says when he opens my door, seeing the look on my face.

“Okay big foot.” I kiss his cheek since he did something sweet for me. He smacks me on the butt as I start to walk away and I stop. I look back at him and he has a sheepish grin on his face. I can’t help to smile back. That was new.

“Smalls.” He grabs my hand as we head into the dance. As I predicted every senior and every junior are in the room. A lot of the girls are sweating off their makeup and look like crack whores. I find this totally funny.

Chance pulls me towards a table in the