"Stop it, you two. Bucky and I are friends. Don't even go there." I shook my head at them.
"Oh, come on Max! You know you have a thing for him!" The blonde teased.
"Had. I had a thing for him. Past tense. And that was, like, my sophomore year of h...
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I looked at his lips then flashed to his eyes. Going over all possible outcomes from this. His lips were centimeters from my own and I could feel the heat of his breath tickle my skin.
My eyes fluttered closed at the familiar feeling. Lust and adrenaline pumping through my body. All I could hear now was the sound of our breathing, and even that was barely audible over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears.
I swallowed thickly. "W-we should talk first. Before anything else happens."
"What's there to talk about? We both want to fix this."
"I never said that I wanted to fix this."
He chuckled. "True. But, you would've slapped me and pushed me away by now if you didn't. Probably would've told me to fuck myself a few times too."
Fuck. He's right.
"That still doesn't mean that I want to fix this."
"You wouldn't be letting me be do this if you didn't want to try and work things out."
Fuck. He's right. Again.
I fucking hate when he's right.
"That's true." I whispered.
His tongue darted out and ran along his bottom lip, causing my knees to feel weak and wetness to continue to pool between my legs.
"You still haven't told me stop." He breathed.
"Do you want me to tell you to stop? Cause it sounds like you're looking for an out."
"Rory," he chuckled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, "all I have wanted for the last three days is this moment and to feel you against me. I just don't want you to do something that you'll regret when it's over."
I took a deep breath, remembering that life has a funny way of working itself out. Regardless of what's happening around us. That on any given day, you can step on your front porch and your whole life could change forever.
You see, the universe has a plan, a plan that is always in motion and can't be stopped no matter how hard we try. A butterfly flaps it's wing, and it starts to rain. It's a scary and terrifying thought, but it's also beautiful and wonderfully chaotic.
There are all of these little parts of the machine that are constantly working. Constantly making sure that you end up exactly where you need to be. Exactly when you're supposed to be there.
At the right place.
At the right time.
"Kiss me." I breathed.
Within a second his mouth was eclipsing my own, sliding his tongue along my bottom lip and begging for me to open up to him. My lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide against mine.
