The Date Planner

2. 10. Everything Was Okay

The moment our lips made contact, I lost sense of everything. Something snapped in me in a way that made me take every last bit I could take from those lips.

It was everything.

My hands went around her waist and I pulled her against me, not letting anything come between us. The thought she might've pushed me away didn't even strike me for a second because she was giving me all of her like I was giving it to her.

The heat of it ringing in my ears. Her moans, her gasps, her sharp, laboured inhales of breath, I swallowed every little bit of them.

Her fingers in my hair. Twisting, taunting, pulling me closer like I was the air she needed to breathe.

My own hand on her cheek, holding her face to me, guiding her. We got lost to the point we didn't realize who was chasing who with their lips. Our eyes closed, her body snug against mine, our noses dodging each other's if only for our lips to meet again and again.

My hands on their own accord, turned her around to the nearest wall. Her back to the wall, her hands above her head intertwined with mine. She was arching into my touch with such need. I felt constricted in my pants.

I wanted her and I wanted her now, I realized as I pushed against every single stroke of her tongue, her body, moving along with mine for some sort of friction, release.

There was electricity in every touch, every stroke, every move of her hips against mine.

God, I could've died from the pressure.

I groaned into her mouth when I felt her tugging at my hair and pushed further against her if it were possible.

It was desire, it was passion, it was anger and want and I wanted every bit of it.

My body shuddered under her every touch and my chest caved open with every breath passing.

God, I wanted her and I wanted her bad.

Her hands came down frantically to pull at my shirt and I helplessly let her, so undone with her.

She was popping my shirt buttons like anything. One, two and then with an abrupt push from her, we were apart.

I made a little sound of protest. I would've gone back at her. But the look on her face.

She was looking at me with eyes blazing. There were tears in her eyes and yet such defiance.

I couldn't help but stare back at her.

"What? Why-", I start but she cuts me off.

"Why am I pushing you away?", she chuckles, such dark laughter.

I haven't heard that on her before and it only made my situation down there harder.

"You know, the question you should be asking is why am I even tolerating you at this point? You've broken my heart so many times, Jay. And the last time we kissed...", her lip quivers.

It nearly kills me.

But that defiance in her eyes. That keeps me to myself.

"The first time we ever kissed, you ran to some random girl on the street the very next day. You expect me to be that stupid, again? I'm not that girl anymore, Jason. I'm not", she repeats, her eyes hard and penetrating.

That gaze nearly undoes me again. But I hold myself still. Suddenly, I don't feel so hard anymore.

I feel ashamed of myself, weak and not the best person right now. But most importantly, I feel wronged.