Her Street Fighter

22.

Chapter Twenty Two
Marebela

Was I dreaming this time? Or was it real?

I felt his lips crash into mine and I finally found out what the girls in the romance novels meant when they kiss their prince.

It was perfect. I swear I felt sparks just like the fireworks.

My stomach bursted with butterflies.

I needed more of him.

Before he could do anything further. I realized I didn't know what I was doing.

What if he thought I was a bad kisser?

He deepened the kiss and I felt bad kind of butterflies in my stomach.

I quickly pulled away before he could find out that I didn't know what I was doing.

I dragged my hand down the back of his neck and onto his chest. I turned away from him.

Could he tell I didn't know what I was doing?

He stared at me in silence through furrowed brows. His eyes were dark and full of lust. Was the lust for me?

"You need someone who will be gentle with you," he told me. "I can't be that someone."

I shrugged my shoulders, knowing it was too embarrassing to admit. I didn't know what I needed, so what made him think he knew.

"Have you ever kissed a boy before?" Gunn breathed.

I shrugged my shoulders again. I didn't want to say out loud what he already knew. It was pointless and humiliating. Anything I would say would only prove his suspicions rights.

I saw a playful smirk on his lips. Why did he enjoy making me squirm? "You haven't." This time it as more of a statement.

I tried to step away from him, but his hands held a firm grip on my waist.

"I don't know what I'm doing!" I blurted out. I didn't know why I just said that. I couldn't seem to control my words around him.

He brought his hand up to my chin and forced me to look up at him. "I know."

I looked into his eyes for a second before I had to look away. He was so intimidating, but I couldn't seem to stay away. I liked the feeling of his eyes on me and the giddy feeling in my stomach when I hear his voice.

He was experienced while I wasn't. And it was embarrassing that he could tell. My cheeks were hot and tainted pink during this whole encounter.

I felt his hands move down the small of my back and rested just above my ass. He pushed my body more closely into him. I let out a surprised gasp which made him place his lips onto mine. I moaned as his lips continued to move in sync with mine. I think I got the hang of it.

I felt tingle in-between my legs and it wouldn't go away every time he was near me.

He pulled away and whispered against my lips, "Do you want me to teach you?"

I was a little scared, but I wanted him. I nodded my head.

"You need to use your words," he demanded. My stomach bursted with butterflies again. He knew exactly what to say to drive me wild.

"Yes," I said breathily. My cheeks flamed up with a rosy furry even more red than they already were. Did he think I was lame? Why would he want to be with a girl who doesn't know what she's doing, when he can be with all the others girls who knew? Who knew exactly what to say and how to please him.

He put his head to my forehead and slowly brushed his lips against mine. "Don't be so tense," he said. "Relax."

I took a deep breath and tried to keep my heartbeat down. It was a horrible attempt.

"Now let your lips do all the work," he told me. He made it sound so much easier than it was.

He placed his lips to mine again and I felt more comfortable. I started to let go of all the bad thoughts and kiss him with more confidence. The kiss deepened and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth.

I felt myself melt into his lips. Is this what heaven felt like?

He moved his hands to my waist and gripped it tightly. I felt a moan escape my lips at his touch. He pulled me closer into him and good butterflies grew in my stomach.

He didn't say thank you, but I think kissing me was his way of thanking me for the bracelet.

I think I have got the hang of it. I was wondering what he was thinking. If he liked it? Me? What would this mean for us?

Would he only just break my heart? 

I wanted to see inside his thoughts and what he really wanted out of this. I think I knew what I wanted.

It seemed like he could hear me thinking this because he suddenly pulled away.

He looked at me for a second and I noticed his eyes were colder and held no emotion like they did when he was making out with me.

"Just stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours," he said quickly.

I felt my heart crush into pieces. My questions were answered by what he said. He didn't want anything to do with me. I should've known, he liked to play games. He was not the relationship type.

I shouldn't have thought any differently. I wished I could regret the kiss, but he was so good at it. His kisses were like heaven and I wanted more, but he didn't feel the same. I wish I knew what he wanted from me before I kissed him.

He turned away from me and began to walk away.

I was left in confusion as he left the apartment. Why did he have to run off all the time?

Just stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours.

I didn't think I could hate anyone, not even my stepmother, but at this moment I hated him.