Lets Make Mistakes (GirlxGirl)

Let's do this?

Flame's POV.

I'm woken up by a low painful groan and someone violently turning in bed, I open my eyes, to find myself in a strange looking room. It was well arranged and looked super clean which made me realize quickly that this was not Cain's house, and second it had the most attractive looking wallpaper and not boy band pictures on the wall. My heart started to race, as I realized I was in a stranger's house and I didn't remember how I got here.

There's another groan and suddenly I feel these arms around my waist tighten. I quickly look down to where I'm met with dark hair right on my face, I stretch my arms then rub my eyes, yawning as I try to calm the heck down and recall what happened last night. The last thing I recall was Cainine trying to talk me into doing shots with her and her friends. Seems like I shouldn't have agreed to it.

I feel like I've woken up enough times with Cainine like this to know that nothing good happened the night before. I groan inwardly, cursing at myself for not being able to stay away from her for some reason, it was like there was some invisible pull and I just couldn't stay away no matter how much I wanted to.

Trust me I was fighting it so hard, the other night when she was so close to me and looking at me with those dark eyes as if I was gold, as if I was even more precious, the most precious thing she'd ever seen, I felt the pull and damn it. I hate to admit it but I wanted her too kiss me, I wanted her to claim me, but I refuse to be one of those girls she uses, not saying I'm better than them, I just don't want to be like them.

As if to mock me, right on cue, some of last night comes back to me, and I remember throwing up, I recall Cainine sweetly rubbing my back, did she do this with all her hook ups? And then the part I dread the most, I remember kissing her. I made the move... I kissed her. I cup my mouth and feel instant regret.

'You surely put the horny in horny drunk', a voice at the back of my head mocks me and I bite my lower lip hard, ready for an argument with myself.

'No I don't, it was just a mistake' I try to calm myself down.

'A mistake that you keep on repeating, it's like you're doing it on purpose'.

'I am not doing it on purpose, I was drunk'.

'Oh but we both know, you've kissed her sober Flamey, don't act all innocent, you like it'.

'Fuck you, I don't like anything'... I was beginning to lose the argument with my own self.

'Yes you do, admit it, you like kissing her, you like how her lips feel on yours, how rough she is at times but still holds on to you firmly like you're the most delicate thing she's ever touched'. Holy shit, she has a point, I palm my face feeling ashamed for no reason.

'Yeah, maybe I do, but she does that to other girls too, holds them the same way and probably tells them the same things she tells me' I defend, knowing I already have this locked.

'Oh my god, how dumb are you?, so you think she tells them about her psycho dad and how he's been chasing after her... It was even hard for her to tell you that, she trusts you woman and it's clear, she has trouble staying away from you just as you do her'. I sigh, another really strong point right there. Could she be feeling the same pull too?

"I also don't feel the same for you as I do for other girls...", her slurry words from last night hit me and I smile instantly, what did this mean? Her saying that, her saying all that she said last night, her stopping herself from doing anything with me, just because she didn't want me to think she was using me. She cared about me, she cared about what I thought and she trusted me.

What the fuck, were there feelings?... Real feelings going on here?

"Go back to sleep, you feel so tensed and stiff when you're awake" a scratchy voice interrupts my thoughts, her words coming out as a mumble.