Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 3: "get out"

"Hey, you shouldn't smoke, they're bad for you," he tutted teasingly, and I automatically handed him a cigarette from my jacket pocket, knowing him too well. He attempted to light it, swaying slightly like a flag in a quiet wind. He had worn a fitting white t shirt and light jeans, and I tried to ignore the bulge of his arms. I steadied him by his broad shoulders and took the lighter myself, lighting the cigarette in his mouth. My hands shook a little, and he placed a hand round mine to steady them.

His chocolate eyes stared deeply into mine and I tried to ignore the gaze, feeling a flutter in the pit of my stomach. I stuffed the lighter back in his back pocket, fumbling awkwardly.

We smoked in silence for a while, leant against the cold brick wall of the bar to steady ourselves, and he placed his drink on the sidewalk.

"Do you still remember the steps?" He gently took out my cigarette and stubbed it out, as he slid his thick arms under mine and around my waist. My heart thudded in my throat.

"Of course," I smiled and looked down and we started to dance, slowly and a little un co ordinated. I rested my chin on his shoulder. "Relax," I whispered, stifling a chuckle.

"Oh, I'm pretty relaxed," he grumbled against my cheek, his hot breath tickling my ear.

Suddenly the world lurched and I felt the ground come up to slap me in the back, but not before Pedro caught me, falling over on top of me. I could feel his pounding heart over mine.

"Oh my god are you okay? I'm so sorry, I'm too drunk we shouldn't be trying to dance-"

"Pedro it's fine, I'm fine," but I winced as he pulled me up. He noticed.

"Fuck, no you're not, look at that cut on your arm, and your cheek," his eyes were filling with emotion.

"It's just a little cut, don't be so worried about me-"

But he had already taken me by the hand, hurrying me into the restroom inside the bar.

"Pedro, this is the mens," I giggled, but he didn't laugh back and shushed me, lifting me up onto the side over the sinks. He tugged at some toilet paper and wetted it, dabbing at the cut on my arm. Sitting on the sinks, he still towered over me.

"I'm so sorry, seriously, your dads never gonna forgive me for that graze on your face," he mumbled, barely looking up at me while he cleaned my arm.

"He's just over protective, and I fell over of my own accord! You caught me actually," my words slurred further as I realised quite how drunk I was. Pedro smiled a little, and started to dab at my cheek.

This time it was me looking directly into his gaze, but he was focused on cleaning the cut, his brow furrowed, chewing on his lip. We were so close I could feel the warmth of his face next to mine.

"You know you're really beautiful," I blurted, my head reeling at what had just come out of my mouth. Pedro paused.

I reached to gently lower his hand from dabbing at my cheek, and he swallowed, his eyes darting around scanning my face. I looked at his parted lips, and back into his eyes, and bravely leaned in, maybe just a millimetre, so if he backs out it won't be too awkward.

Immediately, his eyes darkened and he leaned in further, pressing his warm lips against mine. My heart slowed as we sank into the kiss, and he gently cupped my jaw with his huge hands.

It became rougher, sinking into each other further as I slid my hands round his neck. His hips pressed into my groin and I felt a stirring in my stomach.

With a harsh creak of the bathroom door it swung open and crashed against the wall, making us both jump, but not break away quite fast enough.

There stood my dad, red with shock at the sight he had come across. My cheeks flooded with embarrassment.

"You." He glared at Pedro and was vibrating a little with rage.

"Get the fuck away from my daughter."