The noise startles me and pulls me away from my daydreaming. I mutter a curse under my breathe, sighing as I walk towards the front door.
With my pinkie finger, I open up the lid closing the eye of the door, to only be met with the emerald green eyes that i often dream about. His eyes.
Everytime we are together, the tension between us rises. No matter what I try to do to remove it, I somehow make it worse. I let out another huge sigh, opening the door to let him in.
"Why are you at my house at 11 am?" I worrily ask, glancing at him as he opens and closes his mouth. "Jesse? What's-" and before I could finish up whatever I was saying, the next thing I know, I was shut down by him. What the fuck is happening?
The next thing I felt was making me confused on if I was high or drunk. His hands fall behind my neck, bring me closer to his body, my eyes fluttering shut as his thumb grazes across my lips. He stops for a second and just as I am about to open my eyes, he presses his lips on neck; earning a silent moan from me.
He stops again still close to my neck but this time as if he's inhaling me, he takes a large intake of air. My knees buckle and before I know it, I clasp my hands on his neck for support.
At that point, my whole body is aching for him. My lips are tingling, just wanting to him to kiss me urgently.
He whisper something, so close to my ears but my whole insides was completely liquid that I don't catch what he says. "Uh" I had replied in a slow voice, pulling my body away from his; slowly opening up my eyes only to find him watching me like I was the last meat on earth and he wanted to completely ravish me.
He stood there, his gaze dark and whispered again, "You're fucking with my head, elle." I hid back a smile and watched him with no expression.
"Uh-" I had managed to say because I knew if I said something it would definitely be so vuglar. His gaze remains on my face, straying away for a couple seconds to my lips then back to my face as if he's mesmerising me.
We stood there in my hallway, two people hungry for each other remaining silent.
"You are all I can think about." he had murmured in a raspy voice, the tone that could kill you on the spot. I open up my mouth to answer but he silences me by putting his index finger on my lips. "Shh. Listen to it all first." he had said, earning a small nod from me. Oh how I would love to lick his finger, she had thought but she quickly shook that thought away.
"I woke this morning with you on mind, I slept last night with you on my mind. I think about you all day. I can't concentrate on work, I can't do anything. I was getting coffee on set today and I saw your mug sitting in the shelves and thought how lucky is that thing to have your lips touch it everyday. You have taken over everything. My heart. My mind. And my soul. Ever since that night at the party, it's like something has compelled me to be close to you." he releases a huge breath, as if he just ran a marathon but quickly recovers and his hands find their way to my face.
He cups my face between his two huge hands and slowly whispers in an unsure voice, "I think I love you." I stare at him like he's the most beautiful person in this world. I try to open my mouth to say something, anything but all that comes out is nonsense. His eyes twinkle in amusement as I clear my throat by coughing and gaze him again, " I-I think I love you too."
He runs his long fingers, gently over my face; his thumb lightly streaking over my lips he slowly leans in, causing my heart beat to become irregular. I take a sharp breath, knowing what was about to happen. My whole body shakes with desire and...... Oh my god.
Warm. Soft. That's the words that I could've used to describe the kiss. His body hovered over mine, with his hands gently tugging onto my hair. I latch onto his body afraid to let him go. He kissed me like he was out of oxygen and I was the last oxygen tank. He kissed me like the air in me belonged to him and he was desperately trying to take it. He kissed me like we were the perfect match.
A moan escapes my mouth as he swirls his tongue at mine, almost like he's gently fighting it. I pull back from the kiss, earning a confused look from him, I take a huge intake of air and quickly pull his body back towards me. But this time, it's different.
Harder this time. Almost possessive and demanding but still soft. His tongue runs across my mouth, almost like he's already familiar with them. He slowly parts his lips from mine, earning a pant from me. This time he slowly pulls away.
I look up to see him staring at me like he can't believe I'm actually here but something changes in his features. His soft features were now washed, replaced by a small smirk that almost had me kissing him again.
I stared at him for what seemed like hours, being cut off by him. "I know people are supposed to kiss and make out all day after a confession but can I get a hug?" he had asked in cheeky tone. It didn't shock me though because it was Jesse. He simply was different than others, in a good way.
"Uhm I don't know..." I had replied as I pretended to think but before I could even say even more; he picks me up, throwing me with him on the couch earning a giggle, more like a shriek from me.
"Uhm what did you say? I couldn't hear you." he replied with a smirk on his face as he aimed to tickle me. Oh fuck no. I feel myself pale as his hands keep getting closer to me. "Okay. Okay. Fine." I had yelled with my arms up to show my surrender, immediately giggling after it as he lunges to kiss me again.
Somehow two imperfect people became the most perfect thing ever and that's love, you find it where you least expect it. It's what love is.
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a/n : welp here it is, hope you enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed writing it!
