Chapter Four
Beats---
Hips digging into mine. His breath mixing with mine. I can feel my heart beating in my ear. Thump thu-thump. With each exhale he creates my heart skips a beat. His midnight coloured hair falls into his eyes tickling my forehead, but neither of us brush it away.
I can't look into his eyes, not even at our near proximity. Kiss me. I can feel his belt through my dress touching my stomach. I keep my hands flat on the wall behind me, I tense them, stopping them from touching him. I arch my back outward, putting some space between us- but even as I create a gap he closes it with his body.
I look down, at the inward fold we've made between our bodies. His hands are open by his sides. He breathes out again, tickling my nose and bringing up a sneeze. I hold it in, closing my eyes tight. But even at my fail attempt, I sneeze, my head banging onto his chest and my hands instantly going to my face.
He takes this precise moment as I recover to wrap his arms around my body. Keeping mine body pressed against his. He cuddles me, burying his head in my hair, his arms around my scrunched figure. I push away immediately, bringing my body back to the previous position on the wall.
I keep my gaze stuck on the floor which is gone when he removes the gap between us, continuing to press his body against mine- his belt on my stomach, his hips digging into my torso.
We continue like this for what seems like forever but really is a few minutes. He tilts his head upwards, kissing my forehead. His lips are soft, moist, and they burn into my temple. I can see his hands twitching with a wanting to be placed on my body.
Forgetting about the consequences, the risks and precautions. I catch his gaze. His eyes, his green green eyes. I smile.
You have green eyes.
Green grass coloured eyes.
And I'm in love with them."You have green eyes," I mutter. Breathing into his mouth as I say those words. His heart beat quickens, skipping a couple of beats at a time. I'm effecting him. I'm effecting a player.
He chuckles, my insides flutter. "You have light blue ones." His lips touch mine.
He kisses me slow and steady. One millisecond breath per second. He keeps a slow pace, opening his mouth to catch my lips inside his. We switch, and I'm finding myself twitching to. My body wanting to touch his.
I savour his taste. He'll be gone tomorrow. I know I'll never see him again, and it's my birthday. I deserve this. As Talia said: I only turn eighteen once. And who wouldn't want to spend their birthday kissing someone?
Above all other things, I touch him. Curling my finger around his belt-loop- pulling him closer. Knowing now that he's allowed to take a step further; he places his hands on the rim of my underwear outside the dress sliding them to the back of my dress, slipping one- two fingers inside a hole beneath the zipper.
My heart beat quickens, he pushes me further into him. He fingers the rim of my underwear carefully slipping in his fingers a few millimetres through.
Just a bad boy.
Forever a player.My desire for him vanishes, and his fingers inside my dress doesn't make me feel special in any way. It makes me feel like a slut.
And I'm not like Alex or Stella.
I push him off me. My hands shaking as I push him away creating a metre space between us. He stumbles backwards, unaware of my sudden change in heart.
I'm not Alex. I don't go for the kiss just when he's getting lonely. No. Not for me, I don't fall for guys like him.
He looks at me straight. I can see now why I thought his eyes were blueish green. He looks at me with a confused stare. He'll be gone tomorrow. I look at my left at Talia's desk filled with crumpled up paper and piled with textbooks.
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Steal My Girl (One Last Time #2)
RomanceShe suspects he'll be gone if she did Thirteen Eleven. He is, but not in her thoughts. Can she forget? She thinks so. Her life is still not the same. She's falling– she doesn't even know it yet. ——— *Walls Up Sequel*