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Chapter 11: I Do What I Want

Play list for this Chapter: Mirrorball by Taylor Swift

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I looked at her intently through half-lidded eyes. Her eyes were wide with shock as she breathed heavily, the voices of our panting the only ones in this dark night.

"Well, fuck." She whispered and the corner of my lips curled upwards as I gently pulled away from her and looked at her intently. She looked up at me and I saw her cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Carina." (Cute) I whispered as she looked up into my eyes, still shocked.

"Wh—Why did you do that?" She said slowly, as if thinking about her words carefully.

"And why are you here right now, it's 2 freakin' a.m." She looked at me in disbelief.

"I thought of you." Was all I said and her eyes widened even more if possible and darted around suspicously.

"No, I meant why did you— kiss me?" She said the word kiss like it was a sin. Like she could never do such a thing. It felt like sin. And boy was I fond of sin.

"I wanted to." I told her like everything else made perfect sense, and that a person whom she hardly knew and had met only three or four times now, mostly out of mere coincidence, had suddenly kissed her.

I did suddenly kiss her. And it felt good. Too fucking good.

I looked deep into her blue eyes, searching for something. Anything. But all I saw was a war raging inside. Confusion. Surprise. Shock.

And I didn't believe the words left my mouth until after the weight of them settled in the crisp night air.

"Can I come in?" She looked at me like I'd just asked for her head and cleared her throat before speaking after a moment.

"Sure." She cleared a path for me to walk through, steing aside to close the door. I took off my coat and hung it behind her, getting a good whiff of her rosy scent along with it.

"You can come upstairs, I don't want to wake the others." She seemed a little hesitant but nonetheless led me upstairs and into the farthest room in the house, down the hall.

"You're alone up here?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"No." She said it like she didn't need to explain who else stayed on this floor, and truthfully, she didn't. But a curious part of me wanted to know if it was the male or female friend of hers.

"Quel ragazzo viveva con te in precedenza?" (Did that guy live with you previously? I whispered to myself. I wanted to know.

She kept the door open halfway like I was probably going to kidnap her or something. But I couldn't blame her. She plopped down on her bed and crossed her bare legs, gesturing me to sit on the couch across.

I sat down, getting comfortable and looked at her expectantly. She was everywhere. Her scent, her clothes, her things. Every-fuckin'-where.

I could practically see the questions swirling in her mind, but her eyes said otherwise. Like she was debating she should talk to me or kick me out.

"Who are you, really?" She suddenly asked me, eyeing me suspiciously.

The former it was.

I ran my tongue across my teeth and sighed heavily. I feared this question.

"Why do you ask?" I said and she sighed.

"Please don't evade my question, you do that a lot." She spoke and I leaned back.