Back To You [Completed] ✔

13. Was a mistake

We kissed. After waiting for 5 long years. The moment we did, all memories came rushing into me like a movie being replayed in my closed eyes.
The first time we ever kissed in that hallway and a hundred other times, his lips felt exactly the same as mine the way they used to, faint and delicately passionate. I knew them but I almost forgot how they felt against my lips. How I feel when they are rested over mine, when his hands are running all over my waist, trying to soak me into his body...with space so little that even a needle would suffocate, my fingers curled around his neck and muffled in between his chocolate smooth brown hair....my nails pushing against his skin to get more of him.

My legs are wrapped around his waist as his back rests on the couch and we are tangled around each other we can feel the heat and the tinge of our scent weaving across making it one. By the time his hands glided below my waist...to my hips and my hands took the course beneath his shirt ...over his hewed spine, we paused.....pulled back panting...panting hard so that I could hear our synced heartbeats.
We ran our eyes over each other's faces, as a question...what to do next? Shall we stop? Do we want this?....5 seconds later...still easing our breaths...looking at each other expecting either one of us to say stop...but we didn't...he didn't...I didn't...I didn't even want to stop ...not even for a second and as he didn't say a word...I took it as he didn't want to stop either.


I leaned into him kissing while unbuttoning his shirt and jolting it away from his body, he let out a slight smile grabbed me tightly around him, and rose up carrying me towards his bedroom.

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A ray of sun peeked through the side of the uncovered window and laid straight to my eyes...asking me to wake up.

A smile...a big smile curved on my lips as I opened my eyes. The events of the last night flashed in front of my eyes bringing a smile again. But the source of this smile was nowhere to be seen. I let my bare body out of the sheets wrapped around me and slipped into my clothes to search for him.

I found him on the balcony resting against the railing with no shirt over his chiseled spine which I know is how perfect to touch, with a cigarette in between his fingers. Don't know if it's a simple morning routine kind of thing or some stress smoking. I stifled towards him, caressed my hands on his back, and whispered in his ears.
"Good morning"
He gripped my hand whirled around with a hardened expression and placed my hands to myself.
Something is wrong.
"What Happened?"
"Hazel...last night" he let out a sigh gathering words.

"Was perfect?"

"Was a mistake"