Detour

44: Bursting Hearts

(Warning ⚠️ This chapter includes intimate scenes that are not allowed for teens below 18 years old ⚠️ Read at your own risk.)

The motorcycle halts in front of a familiar building. I'm still burning up here thinking about the possibilities what could happen in there—I mean, we're adults and that happens a lot in our age but as a typical, boyish, boring girl that I am at this age, I don't know how to handle all of those things. Now I know how to describe my life. Even the question "What is love?" is hard for me to answer. Jeez.

"Jess?"

I instantly stilled and pretend to stretch out my arms. "We're already here? That was fast." I went down with his help and took off his helmet.

His eyes look like he saw a dirt on my face so I instantly touch it and wipe it though I don't see anything. He reached for my hand and stop me. "Did something went in your eye?"

"No, it's just..." I'm confused for a moment on why would he look at me like that if I don't even have a dirt on my face? Is my hair messed up? My make up smudged? Oh my God, that must be it. I want to comb my hair with my fingers but he's still holding it.

"There's nothing wrong on how you look." His look is so intense that I have to look away and blush secretly. Then why are you looking at me like that? "You look gorgeous."

I can't handle his compliments as time goes by. I'm afraid I'm going to have a lockjaw for grinning the entire time.

He let go of my hand. "I'm sorry, give me a minute to park this. You must be tired." He must have taken my action in a different way to say that.

I follow him with my eyes and realize I probably can't recognize Cole if it wasn't for his hair now that he has taken his helmet off and starts walking towards me. I probably can't recognize Cole if it wasn't for his face, and the way he look at me. There's no doubt he'd look different if he were to be in the most formal attire. He can be in a magazine for all I know. With that look, I'm sure nobody wants to reject him.

Why do I feel so lucky?

Why do I feel so lucky when he took my hand and went inside? Why do I feel lucky when the people in the lobby are looking incredulously at us, at him, asking where did I meet someone like Cole?

Go figure, girls. I just want to say it to them.

When we reached his room, my heart no longer shake at the things I can't imagine. Because everything looks like we're still in Amsterdam. And I'm feeling how I'm supposed to feel when I'm with Cole. I feel those crazy butterflies but at the same time, I feel at ease. I feel loved.

I feel loved by Cole.

"Cole..." The moment those words escaped my mouth, there's nothing I want to do but be with him tonight. My heart's ablaze and so does his eyes. I close the door behind me and let the fire consume me. The last thing I know, he's closing the gap between us and pinning me behind his door.

My lips instantly found his and like fireworks, his taste bursts in my mouth in a sweet lime with a hint of alcohol. I cling to his neck like I don't want to let go, and he kissed me like he's not kissing anyone in his life anymore.

His hand cup my face and I lean closer to give him the angle he wants. I heard a growl before his hand starts going down on my neck, the side of my breast until it went down to rest on my waist. I think I'm having a fever in the way his fingers touch my skin.

I take off my coat because everything feels hot. A moan almost came out my mouth when he leaned down and kiss my neck, biting it slowly. "Jess..." And he kiss it again. This time, his other hand is slowly going up from the hem of my dress, hesitating to pull it up. His lips reached my collarbone and shoulder. He glanced at me before going back to my lips and I saw a lot of restrain from his eyes.