𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 ❦︎

Barely Even Know Him

When I come to my senses, I hear a knocking on my door. My eyes flutter open as the door follows. "Hey sweet heart, there's a boy here to see you. Says he seen you yesterday at the park!" I groan, knowing exactly who it is. Dread boy, the creepy yet kind, friendly dread boy. I bring myself from bed, bending down to my suitcase, popping a Tic-Tac in my mouth as I straighten my clothes and hair a bit. My blue and black shorts expose my thick thighs, something I didn't want him to see but it's a bit late for that.

My top exposes me too, but again. Too late for that. I walk out my door, barefoot and braless to Tom standing at my door frame. Towering over my mother with his insane amount of height. He smiles, getting along with mom just fine. "No ma'am, it's not like that with us." He comments, chuckling lowly. I raise an eyebrow as I approach, curious as to the topic.

"Oh hey, Ellis right?" He remembers? I nod tiredly, like I am. He smiles as he notices. His eyes stay locked with mine, although I'm in what all boys would consider a 'tempting outfit'. I'm shocked by Tom's respect for a woman. Impressive really.

"Hey, school starts today. I'm already late, but I thought I'd wait since we already know each other." I smile at his kindness, grateful. His eyes finally leave mine, trailing down at my chest. They stay. I smirk, raising an eyebrow as I cross my arms over them. "Eyes are up here, Tom. And thank you." He snickers, following my tiny motion back to my eyes.

He flushes a very light tint of pink before he half nods, his fingers petting the sewn fabric of his hat as he tips the edge towards me. I return his smile, Mom has gone somewhere else by now. He walks all the way through the door, letting it close behind him. I watch his amber eyes as they travel around the room.

He analyzes the boxes piled up in corners, bubble wrap and foam are scattered everywhere across the carpet and some tiny bits on the tile. He steps further inside, the boards creek underneath his large sneakers. I step back with him as he observes. Finally, he finishes his observations. He looks back down towards me.

He smiles softly, my heartbeat picks up a bit. Tom's eyes switch to a gentler gaze, his head twists like a dog's as he truly figures me out. I let him as he walks even closer, until he's just inches away, towering right over me. My back pressed against a wall.

He looks down onto me, while I look all the way up. How could anybody be this tall? And I'm left wondering something else. Do I find Tom cute? I mean, he does have quite attractive features. His lips perfectly proportioned, his eyes gentle, his eyebrows barely show, his cheeks very defined.

His dreadlocks are long, and masculine. His scent, pure cologne and cigarettes, maybe a hint of alcohol and sex on his trail too. He steps just a bit closer, until his breath sets on my face. His pupils dialate. Like a wave of feelings hit him in a flash. He leans closer, not a word breaking the silence. His hand cups my jaw, the other against my hip.

Instinctively, I follow, my arms hang on his thick neck. He looks between my lips and my eyes. Leaning down, his eyes lock with my lips and don't leave. Something inside me finds this exciting, and I don't mind it. His arms wrap on my waist, my arms stay hooked on his muscler build. Still, not a word said but a comfortable silence instead.

Speaking everything for us. Eyes close, I step just a bit closer until my stomach brushes against his waist. He bends down a tiny bit, his lips brush against mine in a desperate breath. "Just once." He barely whispers, but I understand. A nod follows. He smirks, lifting his head. Aligning our lips evenly. Hands feels my soft jaw as he touches my lips with his, a gentle yet passionate kiss.