I Quit Thinking

CHAPTER 8

Time Stops

The next thing we know, we are both undressing ourselves inside of my apartment. Louie locked the door behind me and pulled my shirt over my head while I unbutton her jeans. I pushed her lightly on the wall and run my mouth on her skin down to her collar.

"No, not the bed." She quickly says, parting her lips from mine after we both pulled ourselves off the wall.

I ended up throwing the pillows off the couch and scooting the last one on Louie's lower back. She breaks off from the kiss and we both stared at each other to catch our breaths.

"Louie," I say, I need to tell her that whatever happens right now isn't just a common thing for me. That tonight is different. "You need to kn-"

"I know." She cuts me off by crashing on my lips again. She welcomes me with a soft pressures, intimate seconds before pulling me to close every gap that unzips our bareness apart. Hands on hers, I begin savoring every curves, lines, and marks she has. A vision of Louie on mine's sight, glistening through the shadows of mists moments, while her fingers holds me tight and calibrating with the weaknesses I didn't know I have until now, I'm damned.

My right arm pulled the lower drawer out above our heads from the couch, I reach for one that Louie is whispering to me about for the last seconds. She snatched it on my fingers and I continue to burry myself on hers, whilst of that, she pulled me up to her and faces me with the look of salutatorian this time, confused as she read the label on the plastic and used her teeth to tear the material. Her other hand joins the work and she made sure the material wasn't for Paulo to apply. The time we pressure the night, I carefully lift her up on the couch to reach and take the whole box out of the drawer. She snatches them again while I push her hair out of her sight, collecting it to place on her back where her skin slicks along with mine. We never left the couch, but whenever we do, it's always as messy as what it is already.

Louie did cry my name at some low point. For the better details and highlights of it all. She said Paulo.

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Everything happened that fast, so fast that I can't let her body go off mine just yet. I'm staring down at her, both needing some more air to breathe after another... you say it to yourself. I don't want to say it.

"Not yet." I demand as Louie started to stand off the couch again, removing her body on mine. "Just stay here for the night." I've said these for at least twenty-one times now.

"You do know that it's morning outside, right," Her smiles choke me as she pulls down her top over her body. "I have some plans today."

"You haven't gotten any sleep yet. Louie."

She stops on her tracks from kicking the things on the floor to look at me. "It means we did very great."

Laughing. Stopping. "It means you should stay." I say, ending the conversation and pulling Louie's knee who's now standing on the arm of my couch reaching for her underwear on the edge of the window clamp. I looked up and stared at her, resisting this one idea that could happen again anytime.

"I have my own bed if I want to." She looks down at me where she starts climbing at my body to level herself on mine. She's not touching me, she's planking over me with her eyes laughing. I could tell.

"What are you doing?" I laugh.

"Stop talking." She says while she's supporting her weight inches away from me. "It's part of my routine, find yourself so lucky that I'm doing this over you."

I quickly lean to kiss her. Double. Louie smiled and turned her head down to watch me while she planks.

"What's on your mouth?" She plops down on my body but her eyes didn't leave my lips. "Is that blood? Did I bit you?"