One Number.

Chap. 8

a/n: C/W! This chapter is going to get a lil bit spicy, so if you're uncomfortable with that type of stuff then please don't read. To summerize, they makeout. Not super important to the plot, nothing too crazy, but I still want to warn y'all. I will be posting a normal chapter tomorrow hopefully, I wrote it at like 3 A.M. so the grammar and spelling is kinda fucked and it desperately needs to be edited.

Hope you enjoy!

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Clay's eyes widened in surprise, hands gripping the armrests of his seat like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to the earth. 

I leaned forward, that confidence, nor adrenaline, never dwindling as I smiled at him and whispered, "You said you wanted to. Do it, kiss me." 

He opened his mouth, trying to find the words he wanted to say. "I- but- are you… are you sure?" He stammered, looking nervously into my eyes. 

I nodded, taking one of his hands that had a death grip on the armrest off of it, and holding it. "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have agreed, Clay. I want to. If you don't want to, then I won't push of cour-" 

I was cut off as Clay held the sides of my face and brought his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered shut as I relaxed into the feeling. It was gentle and sweet, almost like he was afraid I'd push him away. 

He slowly retracted, still close and holding my face as if I was made out of glass, looking into my eyes to gauge my reaction. 

I blinked up at him, before I closed the distance once more, putting my hand on the back of his neck right under his hair to guide him back in. 

He happily obliged, bringing his hands away from my face to put them on my waist, pulling me in as close as we could get when sitting in the chairs. 

I dragged my hands through his hair, savoring the feeling of the soft strands. The kiss deepened, his arms snaking around my waist to somehow pull me in even closer. I was basically sitting in his lap at this point.

He moved away from my mouth, and I almost whined at the loss, chasing the kiss. I assumed we were done, but Clay had other plans. 

He trailed kisses down my neck before kissing my jaw, and nipping at the sensitive skin below it. It dragged an impatient whine out of me, and I tugged on his hair. I wanted his lips back on mine. 

He groaned, lifting his head from my neck to stare into my eyes. We were so close that we shared breaths, and I watched as his eyes trailed down my face and he licked his lips. 

Dear lord, I am going to spontaneously combust if he keeps looking at me like that. 

I hungrily brought our lips back together, much to Clay's delight. I hadn't realized that I was fully straddling his lap until he brought his hands down to my hips, pulling me forward. 

It caused me to gasp slightly, and that was just what he needed. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, kissing me like his life depended on it. 

We broke apart to catch our breaths, and just sat there looking at each other. My hands were still tangled in his hair, his hands still holding my hips. 

He took a deep breath, tipping his head back slightly to look in my eyes. "Wow." Was all that he said, still out of breath. 

I nodded, trying to calm my own breathing. That was… that was honestly one of the best makeout sessions I've ever had. If not the best, being that I haven't experienced many. 

He leaned back more, resting his head on the headrest so he could catch his breath. 

I moved to get off of him, being that this probably wasn't the most comfortable position, but his hands tightened on my hips, pulling me back in as he said, "No, no. Stay."

I paused for a moment before letting my head fall to rest on his chest, just listening to his erratic heartbeat underneath my ear. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight as I reached up to play with his hair. 

He sighed contentedly as I brushed my hands through the soft strands, before he slowly sat up, putting us back in our original position. 

I looked down at him, and watched as that adorable, goofy, lopsided smile took hold on his face. "I think this calls for another date." He said through his smile. 

I laughed, nodding. "I think it does." I said before giving him a little kiss on his cheek. 

All because I won a dumb Minecraft duel.