Finding myself (18+)

Chapter 7

"What are you talking about?"

The idea of calling him when I don't even have his number sounds... absurd. Maybe he lost his mind.

"When I left after Char found out about us. Why didn't you call me?"

I snort and gawk at him. While he's bouncing his feet, watching me closely.

"Seriously? You can't be asking this when you know the answer".

"You are right. I wouldn't ask if I knew the answer. So..."

"I don't have your number, but you have mine." I raise my brow defiantly at him. 

"Yes, you have. I wrote it on the box containing your toy". He finishes it with a smirk, and I gasp, looking agape at him.

I never saw it. I threw it away.

He recognizes the surprise in me and dares coming closer before continuing. Goosebumps take over me. Maybe it's because of the new information, maybe it's because he's so close.

"Did you believe I left it only for you to think of me while using it?"

I wiggle in the chair, trying to get some distance from him. And not confessing I thought something completely different.

My assumption couldn't be more wrong...

And they are always wrong when it comes to him.

"Why didn't you call me, Kelsey?" His voice is breathy. 

"I never saw your number. I threw the box away. But it doesn't matter, you left." I point at him before continuing. "You should have called, and you didn't".

The truth is... I waited for it, something in me believed he would call, and it hurt that he didn't.

"I thought you hated me and needed some time. I expected you to call me if you didn't. That's why I left the message on the box".

A message I never saw, and will never see.

"I -"

"But seeing it right now", he interrupts me, coming closer again. His breath teases my neck, butterflies are teasing my stomach.

His lips are so close, but they are not touching me. Yet his breath, his smell, his closeness, it feels like a caress.

"The amount of hate you have and how your body reacts close to mine. Is the perfect amount to spend in angry sex", I gasp with him daring, crossing the line.

In your dreams sassy boy... Well, in mine too.

And it is getting harder and harder to deny it.

"And once the hate goes away, to have makeup sex".

His lips are touching my ear now, brushing while he speaks. Provoking the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. I sense his warm breath before he speaks again, dancing on my skin. And I force myself to get some distance from him.

"And then continue from where we left sex..." I face him, once I'm distant enough. Staring at his taunting eyes, mischief dancing on them. The lust is clear as water. It's sparking electricity in the room. His stare alone is hot and it's burning me.

I won't deny it intrigues me. The mischief in his eyes is the same I saw so many times before. It makes me feel scared and aroused. Excited about what is yet to come.

The line between being professional and jumping on his bones is becoming increasingly blurred.

My eyes move to his lips wishing I didn't know how good they are. I wish I could believe it is all in my mind, that once we close the distance all the sparks would disappear. That it is not that good.