Strawberries & Cigarettes

Chapter 28

June 13, 2015

"Are you okay? You're walking weird," Spencer questions Aurora, gesturing with his head to her legs as they walk side by side along the bumpy cobblestone street.

Aurora widens her eyes and opens her mouth to speak but she instantly closes it.

She doesn't like the concept of being killed by Spencer if she randomly informs him she slept with the person he borderline hates last night.

Lying fries her consciousness but there's no other coherent choice that dashes through her mind at the moment.

"Oh..." She clears her throat since a rasp erupts. "I'm okay, just a strain on my thigh — thighs by, uh, sleeping the wrong way?"

Her button eyes glance at his ones for a second, he raises his eyebrows yet he doesn't pry.

His reaction tears something within her, his naive blue eyes are too trusting and prominent, so it stirs her insides.

Wait for the right moment.

Wait for the right moment.

Wait for the right moment.

Her sweaty palms smooth down the fabric of her scarlet halter dress when she sees the group and him in the distance.

Louis looks daunting and contrasts the bright, green foliages of Rye, all dressed in dark clothing and leaning against his shiny black motorcycle. 

His jaw tightened and his arms are crossed over his chest as if he was arguing with someone an instant ago.

Though his attention quickly travels toward her, and he doesn't flinch until Aurora toys with the gold butterfly jewels on her bracelet.

Her heart thumps fast against her chest, harmonies in moans and red-hot visions from last night rewind like a film in her brain.

The apples of her cheeks hue pink, the soreness between her thighs and in her throat becoming more evident as they near closer to them.

But his eyes on her are new, a blue shade of interest and caved temptation, baiting her to love the sensation of his gaze.

He's unreal in a real way, a celestial storm of autumn weather.

However, her brain needs to stop betraying her right now and prevent any belief that she has to touch him again to make sure their erotic encounter wasn't only a mythical dream.

She meets his pale blue eyes, and he eases his jaw and loosens his arms a bit, finally looking away.

"Butterfly, Spencer, 'm glad you're finally here! Like I said in the text, you can carpool with me in my car or go with Liam here!" Harry exclaims to them, smiling so wide that his dimples poke out.

Aurora offers a tender smile while her eyes divert to the inside of his white car, Jasmine and Zayn are already sitting down inside so the space could get crammed with Spencer and her too.

And there's little room left in Liam's car since Leilani and Niall are going to ride with him.

She glimpses at Louis, his fingertips tap in a consistent rhythm on top of the Marlboro box in his front pocket, and he places his other hand on the black leather seat of the motorcycle.

Her breath gets caught in her throat, and a spark sizzles in her mind, he doesn't peek at her but she wonders.

Does he also crave to touch her soft skin again?

In plain sight like a scandalous secret that needs to be searched to be found?

"We'll go with you, right, Rory?"