He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 88: Water Keeps Falling From the Sky

"Wait... wait..." I pushed back against him, but instead of protesting, like I intending, I felt like I ending up falling further into the kiss, becoming an accomplice.

I raised my hands, pressing back against his upper arms. He leaned closer in and I ended up tilting my head further up as I was pushed back, my legs bent. The way he moved against me, lips brushing over mine, it kind of felt like drowning, but with at least forty percent less dying. It definitely shouldn't have felt so comfortable.

How was it possible that there such a strong difference between kissing guys like Atlas and Jacob and kissing guys like Amir?

I guess Atlas made sense, he probably kissed anything with lips on it, so experience was something he probably wasn't lacking... but Jacob wasn't like that, right?

The more I squirmed against the wall, pressed back by him, trying to ease some control over the kiss on my part but failing, the more heated it got, the more scared I got. Either I was the only one who wanted more, something crazier, more daring, or that need was carefully being cultivated between the two of us in which case I had even more reason to be scared of him.

Shit, what excuse did I have to be kissing him now? None at all.

I groaned, finally turning my head sideways to get away from the kiss that seemed to be one second away from putting my soul on the bartering table. 

I swallowed, turning my head. "You can't... outside..." I breathed out, through uneven breaths.

Atlas glared at me and chest my head, pinning down my lips again from the side and pressing me back up against the wall, this time instead of just surrounding me, just one hand on either side of me, creating the cage that made my heart jog, he caught my wrists and slowly wrapped his fingers around them.

My breathing got quicker, my lips reserved I couldn't move to look down, could only feel the way his hands felt wrapped around my wrists.

He pulled back a moment. "You see this?" He asked.

I panted, looking up at him, nervously half focussing on my wrists being trapped. "See what?"

There was a pause, the air tense between us even though a breeze seemed to be passing through, barely brushing us. He postured in front of me, hunching over me.

"Delete her number." He glared at me.

"Are you mad?" I glared back at him, not daring to move in case he stopped me, in case his hands around my wrists and his retaliatory move ended up with me shifting about an erection I couldn't get rid of for the rest of the day.

"Are you trying to date her?"

"Who?" I couldn't even remember after he somehow fried my brain with his tongue. 

"I don't know her damn name." He hissed.

I frowned, realising who he meant just after I spoke. "Oh Tabitha."

"That one."

"I gave her my number."

"So?"

"So how am I supposed to delete her damn number if I don't even fucking have it!" I hissed at him.

"If you don't want to date her then why are you giving her your number?"

"First." I raised my index finger but was too nervous to move my hands. "I never said I wasn't into her-"

"So you are trying to date her." He asked slowly narrowing his eyes as he loomed over me.

"I might be!" I replied defensively.