𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟏𝟕 | 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

song: PLAZA - all mine

warning ⚠️ this chapter contains some mature content

° ☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧 ☆ °

The moon has already made its way to the top, leaving nothing but stars on the night sky. The entire house is asleep - even Lucas, who's usually up until the early hours.

I find myself perplexed by the fact that every bedroom in this beach house is furnished with a double bed. The only exception is the room shared by Elias and Mason, which boasts two separate beds. Sleeping beside Lucas is out of the question; his thrashing about like a wild animal makes it impossible to get any rest. If he doesn't stop soon, I might just be tempted to give him a swift kick where it hurts. But I'll refrain from such brutish behavior, and instead, I will try my best to drift off somehow.

I shuffle to the very edge of the bed and close my eyes, allowing myself to be lulled by the soothing sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore, stirred up by the wind outside. I notice that the curtains remain undrawn, leaving the large windows exposed. It's too much of a hassle to get up now, so I resign myself to their open state.

Hours pass, marked by restless tossing and turning. Frustration builds within me; insomnia has plagued me since my high school days. Sometimes it descends upon me for no apparent reason, but tonight, it's the thoughts of Nora that keep me wide awake.

Throughout the day, I couldn't help but notice things about her that had previously escaped my attention. The way she shifts her weight from one leg to the other when she's unsure of herself, the faint line that appears on her forehead when she's scared, the adorable scrunch of her nose when she's annoyed - these details now occupy my mind, refusing to let me slip into the embrace of sleep.

She doesn't possess dimples per se, but when she bursts into laughter, delicate creases form in her cheeks, rendering her all the more endearing.

Yet, these minor details are not what's plaguing my thoughts tonight. It's that damned encounter in the club bathroom on Friday. Dear God above, that woman is driving me to the brink of madness, and she doesn't even realize it. The memory of her pleading for a kiss plays on an endless loop in my mind, tormenting me ceaselessly. According to her, we're friends, and always will be, but fuck I don't think that's gonna be possible.

I never let my guard down for people, not even my friends, but for her? I'd go down on my knees and do things I haven't done for others. She wrapped me around her manicured little finger, the day we met, and I wasn't even aware of it. It's clear that I'm losing my grip on reality.

Yet, I refuse to overstep her boundaries. If she believes we're nothing more than friends, then friends we shall remain. At least, that's what I tell myself.

But who am I kidding?

I draw in a deep breath and a troubling realization washes over me - I've become aroused from the mere thought of her, without a single touch. I'm doomed.

As I try to resist the allure of her memory, my mind betrays me, flooding with vivid recollections of our illicit encounter. Her lips, soft and delicate, yielded beneath mine as I deepened the kiss, savoring the sensation of her smooth skin against mine. I can still feel the silkiness of her hair as it wound around my fist, the perfect length tantalizingly brushing against my skin. And those thighs - oh, those thighs could easily crush me, and I'd welcome it with open arms even from beyond the grave.

Damn it, my body's betrayal knows no bounds. Can't a man indulge in a harmless daydream without his anatomy revolting against him?

Reflecting on it now, I can't pinpoint exactly when I became so infatuated with her. Was it that very first night at the club, or perhaps during the pool party? I'm alone with my thoughts and so fucking lost.