Unforgettable

Chapter 21

Noah Pov

She's driving me crazy; with her scent, her touch, her body, and her overtly addicting voice. Every inch of my body yearns for her; every ounce of my being wants to be with her, to kiss her, to touch her; to show her every little bit of insanity she instills in me.

"No," Her hand grabbed my shoulders, leaning close, "You have practice."

"Is that the only reason?" Her hand traveled on my chest, testing me.

"Let's go," She lightly pushed, and I backed away, letting her get off the couch.

I begrudgingly followed her to my car, watching her ass sway while she walked. It mesmerized me, tempted me. She slid into her seat, her seat.
"Are you coming?" No, but I'm about to fucking cum.

"Yeah," I got inside and started the car, "Did you let me kiss you because you don't love him?"

Other than my blinding jealousy for this mystery man, hate was also apparent. I hated how he overlooked her, how he didn't even notice her. I hated how she still liked him even after that. Who was he? What makes him so special? Why does she like him?

"No, that's not why," She looked out the window as I moved to the road.

"Then why?"

"I told you that we should forget the kiss," I watched her pick at her nails.

"I don't want to," I can't forget it. I can't forget your lips on mine and more than that I can't forget how right it felt; how alive I feel when you touch me.

"I do," I could feel my chest tighten.

"Was it bad?"

"No, it was nice."

"Just nice?" I couldn't control myself around her and just continued to make myself look like some idiot.

"It was a perfect first kiss. So yes, it was nice," First?

"I was your first?" Now, how the fuck?

"Yes."

"What about earlier?" She stayed silent, "So, you don't want to kiss anymore?"

"I want to be friends. Friends don't kiss."

"They could," She looked at me confused.

"No, they can't. Can I put on music?" I pulled out my phone, handing it to her.

Come to Me by Bjork seeped from the speakers, ending our conversation. As it slowed to an end, more bands appeared; the Strokes, the Killers, the Smiths, Marina, etc. I realized we were five minutes away from home, but I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to understand her mind, what she thought, and if there was a way I could replace this mystery man. I shut off the music and watched her turn to me.

"Tell me about yourself," I wanted to know her favorite color, her fears, her obsessions; I wanted to know everything.

"What do you mean?" She sounded a bit tired.

"Tell me everything."

"Uh, I was homeschooled until recently," She paused, "I love books. I think they help people escape from their lives and experience others. I love how I can lose myself in the pages of a novel, enjoying the imagination of another person," Another pause, "I had a little dog once. Her name was Peanut and she was the cutest, fattest dog ever," She giggled, "She followed me everywhere and was so soft and fluffy. She got super old and passed away. Sometimes I think she's still at the end of my bed snoring."

"What's your favorite color?" I asked, prodding her to talk again.

"Brown. But a dark brown that mimics black; It's such a deep and rich brown that in some lights it shifts. Oh and green. Green is really pretty."

"What's your biggest fear?"

She hesitated, "My mom."

This time, Celine didn't explain her answer as she shifted uncomfortably in the seat, "What makes you happy?"

"I'm not sure; a lot of things; Reading, food, animals, painting, and writing. I guess, maybe a trampoline."

"A trampoline? I didn't see one in your yard."

"Not just any trampoline. Just one," She looked away.

"At a park or something?"

"Sure," Huh?

I entered my driveway, sad that our adventure is over. I thought of her sober grinding, her lips on mine, her hands tangled into my hair, driving me insane. I remembered the way she called my name when I kissed her neck or when she sat on my lap. I couldn't just let her go; I didn't want to let her go. She reached for the door, ready to leave.

"Wait," She paused, awaiting my request, "Let me kiss you, Celine."

"Why?" Her hand retreated from the door.

"Because I need to. I want to; so please, let me kiss you," I felt myself lose control, practically begging her to let me touch her.

"I want to be friends," Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"We can be friends."

"Who kiss?"

"Yes. Be my friend who I can kiss," I moved closer, watching as she licked her lips.

"I don't know," I paused, looking down at her wide eyes and parted lips.

"You can say no. I'll stop."

"Yes," I watched her face redden, "We can kiss."

That was all I needed, the final straw that broke the camel's back. I grabbed her throat, pulling her into a kiss. My hand moved to the back of her neck as I placed my other hand on her back, pushing her further into me. Her hands found their place in my hair, tugging at the roots.

Our tongues reunited and I groaned. She tastes better every fucking time. I pushed into her more, unable to satiate my hunger. My hands continued to roam around her body, verifying that she was real. She was pressed up against the window, feeding my desire. She kissed back with the same amount of passion that I poured into her.

Her hands dragged down my body and she went under my shirt, touching me with her delicate fingers. She turned her head to the side, giving me access to her neck. I pulled down the turtleneck, exposing my marks. I kissed the spot and started creating more, each on every mole.

"Noah," Her eyes were shut closed and her thighs were clamped together as she called out my name.

"Mm," I hummed against her neck, gripping her hips.

"Let me," She attempted to speak.

I pulled my head back, staring into her beautiful, desire-stricken face. Her eyes were bright, her skin rosy, and lips parted. Her hands grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer. But even as our bodies were pressed up on each other, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

I stayed still, allowing her to use me, move me as she saw fit. She leaned in, tilting her head and kissing my neck. A choked-out moan escaped my lips as one of my hands went to the window, saving me from falling on her. I felt her smile against my neck.

"Again," I whispered, unable to properly speak.

She kissed my neck again, this time caressing my adam's apple with a finger.

"Again," Each one of her kisses, weakened me.

With this kiss, she lingered, lightly sucking against my skin, leading me closer to insanity. Her nails dug into my shoulder while my cock strained against the fabric of my boxers. She pulled away, wiping saliva off her bottom lip. She then wiped my neck, touching the sensitive area.

"Fuck," Our lips connected, dumping fuel to my fire.

She tugged the hem of my shirt, placing her hands underneath, roaming my body. I began to tug at her shirt, wondering if I could do the same. Before I could attempt it, I saw my front door open out of my peripherals. I quickly pulled away, throwing myself back into my seat.

"Wha-" Celine stared at me with an unreadable expression; fear, worry, anxious?

"My mom," She turned around, seeing my mom walk onto the porch.