Consequences

eighteen

Ella

Gray seems so focused on tending my hand. I take in how decently he pours rubbing alcohol on the cotton swab, not dropping a single ounce of it on the counter. He then rubs it on my hand. Despite the gentleness, I hiss as a sharp pain rises.

"You need to stay still, El," he pauses to look at me before continuing to apply the ointment. He blows on it once he is done and then covers it with a bandage.

"Here, all done," he speaks up, my bandaged hand still in his hold. Even though it was just a small cut, he looked after it properly, making sure I don't catch an infection.

I look at my hand in his and then at him. I take in the concern shinning bright in his eyes when he glances at me. I drink the purity of his love and care. I feel myself drowning in the depths of his golden orbs. They feel so captivating. I can never get enough of them. I can never have enough of him. I don't know whether it is the drunk side or the sobber one (drunk probably because sobber me is on a vacation) but something inside me changes then and there.

I raise my good hand to caress the skin of his cheek where I notice a stubble is growing. "When was the last time you shaved?" I ask out of blue.

His lips twist up in amusement after which he shrugs answering my question, "A week ago, maybe."

Suddenly, I realise how close Gray have been standing all this time. I am sitting on the kitchen counter and he is standing in between my legs. His hand that is settled right beside my leg on the counter moves and touches my skin. Hot tingles shoot up my spine from his mere touch and I am reminded of the fact that I am not wearing any bottoms, except my panties, that is. I was too lazy to change into something today. I barely managed to get out of bed let alone pull myself out of the oversized t-shirt. That too belongs to Gray.

Yeah, I know. I stole it yesterday when I went into his room. Since he wasn't there, I went through his things. I found some dirty clothes so I washed them. I put them back after drying them though. But obviously, picked the white tee I am wearing right now.

I remember myself having wearing it to bed. I remember being surrounded by his cologne. I felt safe, like I used to feel in his arms. I miss that. I miss him.

"I miss you," I whisper, voicing out my thoughts. I run my hand through his over grown blonde locks. He surely needs a hair cut.

A bright smile lit his face that makes me smile too. "I am here now, aren't I?" he replies cockily, a faint smirk appearing on his chiselled face.

He is here, with me.

Nodding, my eyes unconsciously land on his lips. I look at him and find him following my league. He licks his lips while his gaze runs on my face before finally settling on my lips. Giving in to the temptation, I close my eyes and slowly lean in until our lips meet.

Ecstasy overfills me as he lets me lead. I kiss him, my good hand tangling itself in his hair. As the kiss grows hotter, he takes over and leaves my bandaged hand only to pull me closer, while his other hand grazes the skin on my leg.

The pooling desire inside me burns hot and I press myself against his chest. I raise my other hand to the back of his head and tighten my legs around him to pull him closer. A gasp escapes me as his fingers reach the skin on my back. They feel like raging fire against my cool skin. He takes the benefit and slips his tongue in my mouth.

Breathless, I break the kiss after a moment and rest my forehead on his. "I want you," I whisper in between my breaths.

"You are drunk, El," he shakes his head, "I don't want to take advantage of you. I don't want to take advantage of the situation."

I trail kisses from his jaw to his neck. Biting his ear, I whisper, "It is not like it is our first time."

I am not taking no for an answer. I haven't slept with anyone in ages. I don't care whether it is the influence of the alcohol or the need to get laid, I want him.

He groans but doesn't give up so I try again. I try my last resort, something I am confident about. Something that will surely work. A thing I know he can't refuse.

One of my hands slips down from his nape. I teasingly run my fingers on his torso. In spite of the layer of clothing, I could still feel his muscles radiating heat as they tightened under my touch. A little further down and my hand reaches above his pants.

"I want you, Gray. I need you, right now," I whisper in his ear at the same time my hand rubs him. He groans and I feel him swelling with need.

In a flash, he crashes his lips on mine. A mutual groan escapes us as he picks me up and brings me to my room, our hands discovering each other's flushed skin like savage animals.

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