One More Mistake

chapter one

His heavy feet stumbles across the wooden floors, me in his arms. His hands held me up on his chest wrapped around my thighs. His fast breathing
smelled of cinnamon and caramel when it blew across my rosy cheeks. My fingers tangled his hair while my lips were intertwined with his. The night was dark outside of our room. He stepped to the bed and pushed me down on it. His body hugged mine while he kissed it. His warm hands brushed along my skin. It was hard to not love him, to not love him was climbing up a mountain with nothing but your bare hands. I hoped he felt the same about me.

The morning sun shone brightly through the drapes and made me squint my eyes awake. Jake's stone body laid under the covers next to me. The definition of his chest, the muscles and lines in his arms, were uncovered. I felt nauseous and sick. My head spinning and stomach aching.

Then it dawned on me.

Why had I done this? What was I thinking? Most of the events of last night were a blur. I could only remember some faint things that had happened. The drinking, taking shots of hard alcohol repeatedly, dancing and jumping with blaring music. Jake, his body. His touch. His voice and the way he moved...

I glared at his still figure next to me. He looked so peaceful and sleepy. What was he dreaming about? Was it me? As for myself, I know I had dreamed of him. The burning urge to kiss him raged through me. I knew I couldn't do that, though.