Wrong Side Of The Bed

32 | not just friends anymore.

CHRISTIAN'S P.O.V

THE MEMORY OF HER lips against mine was so fresh that I could almost feel it all over again — the book falling from her hand with a thud because she was tired of holding back. Her hand grasping the neckline of my sweater, and then my neck — pulling me closer to her. My fingers grabbing her chin and tilting her mouth towards mine. Our bodies pressed so tightly against each other that even a sliver of light couldn't pass through, our mouths and hands hungry and desiring for each other in the dark corner. 

"Jesus Christ," Lucas muttered from under me, shifting to his side. I tumbled to the side — seeing that half of my body  was lying on top of his torso. The sudden movement and his incredible core strength pivoted me towards the side when he turned and rolled onto his side. The book in my hands slipped out of my grip. "My God. Christian."

"Huh?" I hummed, still stuck in my thoughts.

"You kissed her, didn't you?"

I sat up straight. "Who told you that?"

The gasp that escaped past Lucas' mouth was ginormous. "No way," He exclaimed loudly, his eyes comically wide as he let the phone slip down from his hands and clamped the (now) free hand over his mouth. "No way. Oh my God. Oh my God. It finally happened! It finally happened!"

I blinked at my best friend, who was acting creepily excited. Grown, almost adult men who weren't as dramatic seemed really scary when they were ecstatic. "It is not that big of a news," I lied, trying to control the situation.

"Oh my God," He said, shaking his head at me. "You didn't instantly tell me about this, choosing to keep quiet instead. It means that you guys didn't have only a single innocent kiss." He gasped, reaching out to loudly and painfully slap his hand on my shoulder. "Well, freaking hell, you guys made out."

I slapped his arm away, scowling. "Not exactly made out. We just kissed! A little too many times, maybe. And our hands were a little curious, okay? Just a little. A little."

Lucas fisted his open hand with an excited shriek and then bit on his fist, and I watched in horror as he screamed into his fist. Oh no.

I had broken my best friend.

"What the fuck are you doing, mate?" I asked after a moment. "You good?"

"Uh huh," He shook his head vigorously. "You turd, you didn't tell me that you guys kissed? It's been a day since you've come back from the library, Christian!"

"It's been twenty six hours," I said, looking at the clock. "And eighteen minutes, six seconds."

"I do not care," He shrieked. "You guys kissed! You guys kissed! The inevitable has finally happened!"

I finally gave in to his enthusiasm, grinning widely. "I am still in a reverie of that kiss, Lucas," I said, sidling up to him. "And you won't believe it, but when her hand was grabbing my neck, I felt like I'd melt into a puddle right then and there. And the confidence! The confidence I felt when I noticed her eyes on me when she thought that I didn't notice — ugh, it was just marvelous. I had never felt that confident in my life," I added, sighing wistfully. "And you know what's the best part? I think she might actually like me taking the initiative when it comes to stuff like this."

His laugh was loud and bellowing as he nudged me in the shoulder. "You've grown up, Christian," He said, reaching out to mess my hair. I slapped his hand away with a scowl. He ignored my annoyance and reached out again to ruffle my hair. "I knew one day the two of you would be kissing because the chemistry was always there and we all saw it — but holy hell. I didn't think it'd come this soon!"