Complicated

Chapter 34: Choices

above is a drawing of Al and Ric ^^ (how they look to other people, even if they deny it)

swipe to listen to a song of QUEEN Tate McRae (fun fact, my boy best friend's names at name is also McRae). anyway, that song pretty much describes word for word Kathy's thoughts whenever she thinks about Damon.

i cried the first couple times as i sang that song^^ so like... it obviously is close to my heart

idk if y'all noticed but i started including song lyrics in the very beginning of each chapter, can y'all recognize them?

anyway, enjoy!

C H O I C E S

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Kathy's POV

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out.
Upon this linoleum ground.

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Am I going to regret this? Maybe. Possibly. But I'm not regretting it right now.

Right now I'm actually... enjoying it.

As soon as I crashed into him he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer.

Thankfully he seemed to be alone in his room.

I ran my tongue against his bottom lip and smiled when I felt him open up and allow me in. However, after a couple moments he pulled away.

"Wait." He took a big breath in. "Wait."

"You sir, need to work on your lungs. Try holding your breath under water, it'll be good practice." I teased as I leaned in to kiss him again and despite him kissing me back, he pulled away again. I pouted in protest.

"Wait. I'm confused. I thought you still weren't ready because of—"

"Let's not say his name."

"Okay. But are you? Ready I mean?"

No. "Mhm."

He looked at me skeptically. "Kathy. Are you sure?"

No. "Yes. One hundred percent." I nodded in agreement.

"Okay."

He crashed his lips onto mine again and I giggled, already excited at the feeling. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tiptoed even more, so he won't have to bend down as much. He lifted me up with one hand and with the other pushed the door closed. I wrapped my legs around his torso and giggled at how we both almost fell while doing so. He held onto my upper thighs, pulling me even closer and I held onto him even tighter.

He walked me to the bed and carefully lays me down onto it. He climbed on top of me, careful to hold himself up on the bed to not apply all his weight onto me. He leaned down to kiss my neck and I immediately stopped him.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, moving a strand of hair from my face.

"I'm still a bit sweaty from dance." I confessed, remembering that with the whole chaos surrounding Damon and Amelia, I hadn't showered as I planned to.

Of course, before all that chaos I hadn't planned on coming here either, and yet, here we are.

Underneath Joshua's muscled body.

"I don't care." He leaned down and nipped on the skin right below my ear, my weakest spot, and I immediately moaned in response.

I trailed my hands along his back and rejoiced in the skin on skin contact. He slipped his hands under my shirt and I lifted myself up a little to help him get it off, leaving both of us shirtless. I nipped on his bottom lip and heard him groan, and I smiled victoriously at his response. He moved one hand to thread it into my hair and with the other kept himself propped up. He trailed kisses down my body, paying extra special attention to my weak spot on my neck right underneath my ear. He kept trailing them down, and I inhaled sharply when he sucked on the skin on my lower abdomen, right above the waistline of my black dance shorts.