Did I hear that right?
"Prove to me that I'm wrong and maybe when we switch back I'll leave you alone."
I'm at loss for words, I genuinely don't know what to do or say. I'm also extremely confused. What does he mean 'prove it'?
I also sit up, "What do you mean?" My breathing slightly picks up pace.
"Kiss me here..." He rubs his neck. "and let's see if you're really the pro you claim to be."
"And you will leave me alone?" I reassure.
He shrugs, "I'll think about it."
Why the hell am I contemplating this? Almost lost myself for a minute.
I shake my head, "No, stop being weird."
He looks at the ceiling and laughs. What is so funny?
"Okay then, I guess you're just proving my point. My nerdar is never off."
I felt this sudden urge, it hit me like a wave. I turn back to where Enzo is sat on the other side of the bed and bring my lips near his neck.
But I pause. Something is stopping me, my lie. I can't fake this, trying will only make it worse.
He had tilted his head a bit away but he looks down at me. "Well, go on."
I only bring my lips close enough to slightly graze his neck. My breath grows faster and faster as I become more unsure of what to do next.
I've never been this close to Enzo, for some reason I'm not scared like I usually am.
I back away a bit and look up at him.
He chuckles as he breaks eye contact with me. "Wow Alora, I almost feel bad for you."
Before I can get a word in he pushes me so that I'm laying down. One of his knees is in between my legs as he hovers over me and brings his lips close to my neck.
I swallow hard "What are you-"
He lets out an exasperated breath. I felt the warmness of it against my neck, sending shivers across my whole body.
"Let me show you how it's done." He whispers into my ear. He backs away a bit and pauses then back looks at me, "Can I?"
I nod. Shit, I nodded, fuck.
He breathes out a light laugh and from my eyes, the contact breaks as he shifts his glance to my neck. He lightly holds my chin and turns my head away, making more room.
The second his lips touch my neck, I tense up. I'm not used to this... this... I can't even describe it.
He begins lightly kissing my neck then starts kissing it... not so lightly. His lips travel all around my neck and it feels... good. Quiet sounds begin escaping my mouth but I try my best to keep them in.
He places one of his hands behind my neck and the other is placed on my hips, close to where his knee is.
His kisses the side of my collar bone that my off the shoulder pijama shirt reveals. The hand that was once on my hip slowly creeps under my shirt and squeezes my torso.
This is wrong, I can't be doing this with him. I grab the wrist of the hand that's on my waist and with my other hand I lightly push him away.
When he backs away a bit, I mumble, "Okay Enzo, y-you made your point."
He rolls over so that now instead of being on top of my he's laying by my side.
He lightly laughs while he rolls his head away from me, "You're not as stubborn as you think."
That same wave came over me again, except 10 times stronger, I get on top of Enzo, turn his head to face me, and I kiss him on the lips.
On the- God what's wrong with me!
I almost immediately pull back in shock. I really messed up now.
His eyes are widened almost as much as mine, but then they lower down to my lips. And it's almost like we read each others mind because we both immediately crash into a deeper kiss.
He turns us both of so that now he's on top of me, one of his hands entangled in my hair while the other begins sliding my shirt up. I put both of my hands to the sides of his shirt and begin pulling it up too.
Once he fully gets my shirt off he backs away and fully removes his shirt and all I can say is that all those whispers I heard from girls about his body were right, he really is built like a Greek God.
His eyes trail down the upper half of my body and suddenly I feel a bit self conscious. I look away embarrassed but he grabs my chin and continues the kiss.
We grind against each other until he comes up and whispers in my ear, "Lift your hips", which I do and he pulls down my pijama shorts.
As we continue, I feel something hard grind against me but before I can even say anything about it we hear someone approaching my room.
We both look at each other with those same widened eyes and pull apart from each other and reach for our clothes but it's too late, someone swings the door open and says, "Alora?"
It's my brother, Jayden. Oh shit, it's Jayden. What the hell is he doing here?!
He catches us moving away from each other. "Oh shit." he whispers to himself and he closes the door.
During that Enzo puts on his shirt while I put on my pants. Wait, did Jay not notice it's Enzo?Thank god.
"Wait a minute." I hear behind the closed door before Jay comes in bursting through it and charges at Enzo punching him too the ground. "You fucking pervert get away from her!"
I finish putting on my shirt and try to pull Jay away from him but it's useless.
"Jayden stop!" I yell at him and he finally pulls away, leaving Enzo even more injured than before. I rush to Enzo and help him get up.
"Why the fuck are you helping him!?" My brother yells at me.
Enzo winces in pain once he stands up. "It's hard to explain!" I yell back.
Enzo sits at the edge of my bed clutching onto his bruised ribs.
"Alora I need to talk to you, now!" He looks at Enzo and clenches his jaw, "In private."
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RomanceAlora, a 17 year old girl who moved from Texas during her freshman year of highschool due to her and her brother, Jayden, were offered scholarships to attend the infamous Rosewood Academy. Enzo, someone who's main life goal is to leave no one in pe...