Unforgettable

Chapter 22

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Celine Pov

I felt him mark up my neck, caressing my hips. The more he made, the greater the need to mirror it strengthened. I knew I was soaked with every move he did.

"Noah," I moaned, unable to stay silent.

"Hm?" He vibrated against my neck, making me even damper than before.

"Let me," He moved back, cupping my face.

I reached out to him, bringing him closer and I leaned in. Before I made contact, he held his breath, knowing what I was doing. As I kissed his neck, I felt him shudder and weaken to my touch. I pulled back, feeling triumphant.

    "Again," His eyes were shut as he muttered the word.

    I obliged, kissing for a second longer, wanting him to feel my madness. I traced his adam's apple, watching it bob as he gulped.

    "Again," Each time he spoke, it came out softer, needier.

    I began to make a mark, enjoying the noises he made. I pulled away a final time and he opened his eyes; his dark, black-brown eyes.

    "Fuck," His lips crashed onto mine, taking me to heaven then back, transforming into raw desire, transporting me to a sinful hell.

    I felt on fire, like every part of my body burned for him, sang for him, existed for him. I began to push away my shyness, my limitations, ready to give him my all, until he pulled away hastily. He finds you repulsive. You're gross. Did you really think that he wanted you? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...

    "My mom," I turned around, watching as Lydia stepped out onto the porch towards Noah's car.

    I shook my head, clearing it of my thoughts and fears, and heard her knock on the window. Noah pulled down the window as I attempted to calm my nerves.

    "Aren't you coming inside?" His mom leaned against the door.

    "We were just about to," He got out the car and I followed silently.

    "Coach called earlier and said practice was canceled," Lydia turned to Noah as he walked to the porch.

    "Why didn't he tell me?"

    "He tried to. But apparently, you were absent," She crossed her arms over her chest, cocking a brow, "So you skipped school."

    "Mom-"

    "Nope. Absolutely not. Get inside; Your father is waiting," She pointed to the door, more annoyed than angry.

    I tried to sneak away to my house but was caught, "Celine, you too. Get inside."

    "Lydia, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. We won't skip, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Fear built up in my chest, "I swear it won't happen again. I'm so sorry. Please," I felt my chest tighten, breathing becomes a struggle, and the only thing that mattered was making sure my mom didn't find out.

    "Sweetie, it's okay," She walked closer, "It's just dinner."

    Relief filled my lungs and I could breathe again. Little knots of fear still lingered in my gut as I walked to the porch, finding Noah staring at me with wide eyes full of worry.

"Wanna talk about it?" He whispered.

I shook my head, "Let's go eat."

...

Dinner was great. Noah's parents would lightly tease him about skipping but I stayed silent, unable to break past the memories of Noah's smooth body on my hands or the terror that rang inside when his mother told me to go inside. Once dinner finished, Noah yet again pulled me aside, away from prying eyes.