his weakness

twenty eight

K E N Z I E

Struggling to stop thinking about the person who you had sex with is no joke. The whole day, I survived through school by imagining the entire scene that took place between me and Nolan. It kept replaying and replaying. I've been waiting to get sick of thinking about it but it's not going to happen anytime soon.

When I let him slide it into me for the first time, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I just didn't care enough and now.. all I want is for it to happen again. I need to have sex with him again but it's never going to happen. We established that in the car, well I did and I'm sure I did a pretty good job putting up a facade.

I thought if I made it clear that we were to never fuck again, it'd make me feel better and stop any feelings from getting involved.

Now there's unnecessary stress consuming my mind, I could have said no and left it at that. But no, I just love making life harder for myself, don't I? I'm not going to deny the fact that I've definitely formed some sort of attachment with that bastard. And I regret it so much because I'm aware that nothing more than sex will happen between us.

He has the perfect boyfriend potential, I mean hell, the way he comforted me after our fucking session took a piece of my heart. One that he's only got access to.

I walk ahead of him, back into the house. The door's left unlocked and I step inside, terrified of looking back to make eye contact with him. This is the most weakest I've felt around. There's silence soaking into the atmosphere, my nerves begging to be released.

Once I'm through the door step, I notice quietness travelling around the house. And it's odd because there's never a second of pure silence here.

"Well, I guess we're home alone." Nolan calls out from behind me and I let out a sigh. Fuck sake.

I'm in severe need of a distraction. Any distraction. All I can think of is Nolan fucking me, and it's genuinely eating me alive.

"Great." I mumble under my breath, annoyed at my luck.

Nolan trails off to his room, calmly stepping up the stairs. My mind wonders off to things I can do that won't require me to see his face at all until everyone's back. God knows what they're doing and in how long they'll be here.

Bingo. A shower.

I rush towards my room, now looking forward to a warm, cozy shower that will help calm my unsteady nerves. I ramble around items, getting out my body and hair products along with a fresh pair of clothes.

Thankfully, I have a toilet located inside my room so literally no one can disturb me. As soon as I step inside, I turn the shower on, allowing the temperature of the water to reach its highest point.

While I wait, I stare at my appearance. The closer I lean into the mirror, the more I notice the marks Nolan's left on my neck. They're really faint, almost like you can't see them unless an eyeball is touching my neck. The pressure from his kisses felt like they would definitely leave a deep coloured gnash on my skin but it's like, he purposely didn't want to leave marks. I then proceed to lift my top up, revealing my body that I wasn't able to stare at before I left for school due to the rush I was in.

I gasp at the marks hovering above my tits, distinct teeth marks scattered everywhere along with purple, blue hickeys displayed over my chest. I pull my bra down, revealing the real victim and my goodness. My pants instantly feel soaked as images of last night reappear in my head. So he left the most obvious marks where nobody can see?