𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 || 𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙞

𝗳 𝗼 𝘂 𝗿 𝘁 𝗲 𝗲 𝗻

SNOW
"when you get tired from this word, come fall into my arms"

~pablo~

the intimate actions shared between mallory and i tonight have created an awkward ambiance between us, filled with unspoken thoughts. i've been pretending to ignore the heat radiating from my skin every time she's barely brushed me. i ignore it, just like i ignore the fact i wouldn't mind it happening it again.

even though i felt i might have overstepped a boundary with the girl, i dont exactly regret it. although i would never admit it, i actually enjoyed the sight of mallory at my mercy, it made me swell with pride.

although me and mallory were practically made to be sworn enemies, what had now been shared between us was deeper than a friendship, a relationship even. and every sane person knew that we definitely didn't have one of those.

after the incident in the locker room, i had scurried off to the showers to clear my head, and also to relieve myself. mallory had gotten to, so why couldn't i?

i knew it was wrong and i hated myself for it, but i pictured her. the way her lips parted for a throaty moan to be let loose made my chest fill with satisfaction. i couldn't get the image out of my head.

i let the sound of my name from her lips fuel me to push myself harder, replaying the sound over and over again in my mind. i remembered the way her soft fingers slid down my bare skin and disappeared beneath my waistband. she set my skin on fire with barely any touch at all.

but the remembrance of her face was the thing that really pushed me over the edge. the way she gazed up at me with her gorgeous eyes and perfect pink lips, sweaty hair stuck to her forehead, completely open and vulnerable just for me.

i know it was wrong and the guilt crept up through me as i reentered the locker room. i hated myself for what i had done, but it would never happen again and no one would ever find out. i promised myself that.

mallory was already in her bed, her back facing me. so i took the opportunity to let my towel drop to the floor and slip on a pair of boxers. i switched off the lights and climbed into my cot next to mallory, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. i wasn't tired.

although we had already cleared things up right after the incident, i felt that wasn't enough. if it were me, id be avoiding her the rest of my life, yet i know that wasn't possible.

so instead i turned towards her and lightly blew on her ear. "mallory?" i whispered. "are you awake?" i stare at the back of her head patiently, awaiting and answer.

she hums softly and i fight off a smile. she turns over and peels her eyes open to look at me. my breath gets caught in my throat as i gaze at her and i suddenly feel nervous being so close to her.

"i'm sorry." my voice almost cracks as i speak and im so glad it didn't. i don't want her to know that she's making me nervous, she would never stop teasing me about it.

she stares at me blankly for a few seconds before laughing lightly, i can't help the grin from spreading on my lips. "why are you apologizing?" she whispers, her voice sending chills down my spine.

"i didn't mean to overstep a boundary earlier." i let out a sigh. even though i do truly feel like the situation could've been prevented, i kind of hope she doesn't regret it. because i sure don't. "i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable."