Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Six

After doing my best version of natural makeup and throwing my damp hair in a perfectly messy bun, I walk out of my ensuite and into my room to get myself dressed. I purposefully choose my underwear and put it on, glancing at myself in the mirror. The bra and g-string set I've chosen goes nicely against my lightly flushed pale skin.

  I open my drawer and pull out a pair of black skinny jeans. I wriggle my curved hips into them before zipping and buttoning them up. I open the next drawer down and rummage through it until I find my 'Ice Nine Kills' band tee. It's strategically slashed from the right shoulder across the chest to just under my left arm pit revealing the perfect amount of cleavage through the bloodied writing that is printed across it. I throw on my black distressed faux leather chuck taylors before making my way down the hall way to grab my stuff from the dining table.

As I approach the dining room I remember that Taya said she was coming home so I quickly flick her a text.

  'Hey, I'm heading out to Aaron's place...', I lie, 'If I don't see you tonight, I'll see you in the morning. 😉 x'. I grab my keys and wallet and head to the garage.

I make it to the drivers side of my car and as I reach for the handle, I catch a glimpse of my face in my peripheral, in the reflection of the car window. I have the cheesiest, most ridiculous smile plastered right across my face. I scoff, removing all evidence of the giddiness I was just entertaining and roll my eyes.

  "This is just sex", I try to convince myself out loud before taking a seat in the car and buckling my seat belt. I punch Carter's address into maps and hit start route.

*Ding Ding*

  'Oooo, when can I meet this Aaron guy? You go girl! 😉😉', Taya's message makes me laugh out loud.

'Never 😂, we're just fuck buddies', I reply. I put the car in reverse and move out of the garage and onto the street.

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Carter's apartment building is about a 17minute drive from my place. I pull into the public car parking of the complex when I arrive and find myself a space to park in.

'I'm here x', I text him.

  'Cool, buzz and I'll let you up!'.

I take the elevator up to the fourth floor, his floor and when the doors of the elevator open Carter and his stupid big sparkly eyes are waiting for me. He has showered and smells fucking incredible. Even from where I'm standing in the elevator.

He's wearing a pair of grey sweat pants, perched perfectly on his tight hips and a plain white t-shirt that's stretched just right, across his wide chest, as well a pair of black slides.

  So casual, and yet HOT.AS.FUCK!!!

"Hey", he says while trailing those damn fucking eyes up and down my body.

  I'm not certain if he's checking me out or if he's assessing my outfit choice... Its probably a little more emo than he was expecting... Either way, everywhere his eyes land, my skin begins to burn.

"Hey", I reply kind of shyly, allowing a shiver to creep up my spine.

  What's gotten into me? I was so confident on my way over here.

"Cool top", he finally replies, pointing at the Freddie Kruger Kangaroo that is centred on my t-shirt.

"Hah thanks, it's merch from I.N.K's 2019 Australian Tour. It was a great concert, they're pretty insane". I say as I step out of the elevator.

I make a face as if to ask which way his apartment was.

  "Oh, this way"

I follow beside him.

"So do you like Ice Nine Kills?", I ask.

"Umm not sure I've heard of them, they seem to be more of Ben's kinda music aye?", he replies, his kiwi slang appearing for the first time.

"Yeah... Ben's a fan", I giggle a little.

  We walk in silence for a few more meters before we arrive outside his apartment door. He puts the key in and turns the lock. Before he opens it he stops and turns to me.

"I'm sorry if I scared you earlier..", his eyes leave nothing behind, everything he's feeling lay on show.

"Oh...", I take a breath and look down before regaining eye contact, "You didn't scare me, I was just caught off guard that's all", I try to stay as casual as I can.

"Well I'm sor", before Carter can finish his sentence I step up onto my toes and lean myself into him, placing my weight against his chest and put my lips to his. He's surprised at first, but then he pushes against me and deepens the kiss.

Oh my fucking god.

My body flames. His hands find my waist. One hand grips tightly as if he was afraid I'd run again while the other makes its way slowly up my spine, pulling me closer to his chest with every rising inch, until it finally reaches my face. My hands grip his t-shirt in fistfuls at his lower back.

I never realised how much of a height difference we had. He's a lot taller than I first realised.

I stretch up a little more on my toes, I feel like I need to be closer to him. Both of his hands are on my face now, holding it perfectly in his palms as if they were made for my face to fit.

Fuck he's an amazing kisser.

The kiss starts to intensify and I can feel myself grow hungrier, pulling him a little closer by his shirt, becoming more aggressive.

I want him naked, underneath me.

Now.

Carter let's me bite gently at his bottom lip before breaking away and we both just stand there trying to catch our breath.

Our foreheads are leaning against one another. It's perfectly silent, the only sound between us is our rapid breathing.

  "Shall we go inside?", he says in an almost whisper.

The only thing I can muster is a nod.

Fuck me.

Carter leads me into his apartment by the hand and for a split, blissful second I forget who I am and what my goal of coming here tonight was.

"Did you want a drink?", he asks me.

  "Sure".

"Do you like Jacks or did you want some thing else?".

"No Jacks is great thank you... it's my favourite actually".

We walk into the kitchen, Carter drops my hand and I take a seat at his breakfast bar while he moves around the kitchen making us a drink.

I look around, taking the whole apartment in. The kitchen is beautiful... and clean. Actually the whole apartment is. How the fuck do two guys live here? The cabinets have a wood grain look to them and set on top is a stunning black stone counter.

Carter places the short glass of Jacks in front of me from across the kitchen island before making his way around to my side and taking a seat on the bar stool next to mine.

  "I'm not sure how you have it but I imagine because you have your coffee with an extra shot and a dash of milk, you have your Jacks with an extra shot and a dash of cola?", he asks smugly.

I take a sip welcoming the familiar burn of my favourite auburn liquor as it hits the back of my throat.

"Proud of yourself?", I say with a smirk.

"Little bit... little bit", he says returning a smile. His confidence and pride over knowing my drink orders, makes me smile.

He leans in for another kiss.

Fuck, I'm actually doomed.

Authors note:
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