Venom [2]

09

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
you and me? it's a forever kind of thing

HOPE CURRENTLY STOOD in Stiles' bedroom, pacing back and forth as he sat on his bed, watching her, anxiety clouding his every thought and movement.

"Hope, what's going on? Is something wrong?" He asked, fiddling with his fingers, looking up at her with wide hazel brown eyes. "You are never like this. You're never this anxious, and you being like this is making me anxious. And I—"

"Stiles." She swallowed thickly as she came to a stop, moving slowly to stand in front of where he sat. He clamped his mouth shut, looking up at her. "I..." she shook her head, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she thought over her words. "Do you remember when we... kissed at the Halloween party?"

His face instantly went red as he recalled that moment. That one blissful moment before everything went to shit.

He could feel every curve of her body against his, which meant he could feel her enthusiasm with the kiss when she moved her hips slightly against him. He moaned into her mouth before removing one of his arms just to weave it through her hair. She tugged lightly, making her moan lowly before she stopped kissing him to get some breath.

He shifted on his bed, his body reacting to the memory. It was almost as if he forgot the whole exchange happened. And that mostly had to do with the fact that everything went downhill directly after that.

He nodded, remembering that she had asked a question. "Ye—yeah, I remember," he squeaked out, clearing his throat.

She nodded and looked down, fiddling with the rings on her fingers. "Okay," she cleared her throat, nodding once again. "Okay, um... well, then, uh... I just—" she groaned in frustration at herself. She's usually never like this. But, this conversation needs to happen or else she'll be forever thinking the 'what if's' for the rest of her life. "Stiles, I just want to know why you kissed me."

He gaped at her before he felt his heart practically break in his chest. "Are you... are you trying to let me down easy?" He cleared his throat and stood up, running his hands through his hair and down his face. "Is that why you've acted like none of that happened? Acted like I didn't confess that I have feelings for you?" He shook his head, frowning.

She froze her movements from where she was still fiddling with her rings. She slowly looked up at him, but he had his eyes closed and was staring at the floor with a pained expression. "Have?" She asked, clearing her throat when he looked up at her for a second before looking back to the floor. "You have feelings for me? It's present tense, not past?"

"Of course!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands out before groaning loudly in frustration. He paused, sighing, and then looked up into her eyes, noticing how blue they are. "Hope, like I said that night of the Halloween party; I like you. God, I like you a lot. Actually, I more than like you. I think about you every time I wake up, before I go to bed. When I look at you, I want to hold you. I want to hug you, hold your hands, kiss your forehead, kiss your lips. I think about kissing you so much that it drives me insane! I keep thinking back to that moment at the party where I have you pressed against the wall, and—"