Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 30: I'm Already High Enough Minji's POV: You Got Me Good

Mia and I find ourselves on a bench while Stephen skillfully skates along the rails. I sip my canned coke, glancing over at Stephen's skater friends. They wave me over, but unlike them, I don't need a xanny to feel better.

"It's gonna be so boring without you," Mia says with a sigh, and I nod while gazing at the concrete.

Stephen returns, executing a cool trick as he approaches us. "Hey, the guys said we should come over. They put the drugs away," he says, his last sentence convincing me. I'd rather be around his more sober friends than those indulging in stupid drugs. I leave my coke behind, and we descend into the steep dip at the skate park to meet them in the center.

"Hey there, you are," the first guy says with a surfer-bro kind of voice, making me want to rip out my own vocal cords. Mia sits beside me while Stephen and some girls he knows perform tricks around us. They attempt small talk.

"So, are you guys like, friends?" the first guy asks, prompting a nudge from the blonde dude next to him. They both burst into laughter, clearly under the influence of alcohol.

I scrunch my nose, mirroring Mia's response. We snort and nod. "Yeah, we're friends," I answer. The first guy nudges the other. "Yo, Cody, don't be a dick, yeah?" Stephen shouts, but Cody scoffs, replying with a dismissive "Yeah, whatever."

The two of them turn their attention back to us. "So, what kind of friends are you guys?" the first guy asks, while the other snorts and rubs his nose. I must have looked confused because Mia jumps in.

"We're special friends," she says, eliciting laughter from the two guys. Little did they know what those words meant to me – they brought back bad memories. I shake off the discomfort as the sky grows a little darker. I put my hands in my pockets, and Stephen decides it's time to leave.

"Hey guys, we're gonna go," he announces. Cody and Tyler whine, insisting that we're just getting to know them. I stand up, and Stephen exchanges a knowing look with me. "Yeah, right," he retorts. We walk away, with Mia following behind.

"So, special friends, huh?" I say to Mia, who chuckles in response.

"I didn't know what else to say," Mia confessed, kicking a rock as we strolled along a street that felt unfamiliar to me.

"It's okay," I replied, my voice soft. "That word, it holds baggage, you know?" I explained.

Mia tilted her head, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Oh really? I'm sorry," she said, genuinely remorseful for her earlier choice of words.

I shook my head. "No, no, it's cool," I assured her. "That's what Danielle and I used to be," I admitted.

Mia came to a sudden stop, her eyes wide with shock. "No shit," she blurted out, clearly surprised by my revelation.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her candidness and nodded. "Yeah," I confirmed. "But I've moved on, ready for new things and stuff," I said, rubbing the back of my head awkwardly.

"New things, huh?" Mia quipped, her voice laced with curiosity.

I joined in her laughter. "Yeah," I replied, still somewhat unsure about where this conversation was heading. "Like...," she suggested, trailing off.

"Should friends be talking about this?" I playfully raised an eyebrow, teasing her.

We eventually came to a stop in front of what I assumed was her house. Mia looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "No, but...how about we try?" she proposed.

I blinked, caught off guard by her proposal. "And be special friends?" she asked, her voice tinged with shyness. I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. Finally, I managed to utter a soft, "Okay."

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I thought I was dreaming when she said that, the hum of cars passing by acting as a background melody. Mia's kiss was unlike any other I'd experienced. It was slow and careful, conveying a sense of tenderness and affection. Her house was cozy and unpretentious, feeling like a genuine home. It was a place where I felt safe. She was safe.

As we kissed, I held her head gently, my hands running through her curly locks. When she eventually broke the kiss, her eyes flickered between mine, and then she smiled and laughed.

"What's so funny?" I whispered, intrigued by her laughter.

Mia continued to giggle. "There's lipstick," she confessed, pointing out the smudge on my chin.

My hands dart to my face, I chuckled too. "We're matching," I said with a grin, noticing her own smudged lipstick.

We laughed together and, still maintaining eye contact, I slowly moved towards her. My hands held her head as I backed her up toward the couch.

She tried to warn me, "Minji, oh my god, stop!" She couldn't help but cackle as we fell back onto the couch. I cradled her head between my arms, our laughter filling the room

The room seemed to grow still as our laughter faded into a soft, shared silence. I gazed down at her, captivated by the delicate lines of her face, and I couldn't help but murmur, "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and her pretty brown irises glistened with a mix of emotions. "It doesn't matter," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of reassurance. "Now's the time."

With a graceful movement, she propped herself up on her elbows, closing the gap between us, and pressed her soft lips against mine. Her kiss was electrifying, a perfect fusion of warmth and tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. I inhaled softly, savoring the connection, and eagerly kissed her back.

My hand, cool to the touch, slid up beneath the fabric of her oversized shirt, causing her to quiver. "Sorry," I murmured, immediately aware of the contrast between my chilly fingers and her warm skin. I felt her hand move to gently cover mine, reassuring me, "No, it's nice," she whispered with a breathless smile.

In return, she mirrored my actions, her fingers tracing a tantalizing path across my skin. Her warm tan complexion against my own sent a thrilling jolt through my body, heightening the intensity of the moment. She looked into my eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty, and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded without hesitation, my voice equally hushed, "More than you know."

Our connection deepened as we kissed again, this time with a renewed sense of intent and urgency.

She lay beneath me, her breaths coming shakily, as if mirroring the rising intensity of our connection. My movements slowed, driven by a need to ensure her comfort and consent. "Is this okay?" I asked, my voice strained as I fought to suppress a groan, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a soft, quivering moan. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. Her teeth sank into the plump flesh of her lower lip, a telltale sign of the pleasure she was experiencing. "Please, don't stop."

As her question hung in the air, I paused briefly, reflecting on my own experiences. Technically, yes, I had been here before, but never quite like this. The intensity and the depth of connection were unparalleled. "Stop talking, babe," I murmured, my voice heavy with need, and continued my actions.

Her response was immediate. She let out a delightful squeal, her body arching in pleasure, and I couldn't help but smirk. This was what I had been missing out on, the depth of passion and connection that transcended mere physicality.