Crazy Over You

📚 Chapter 55 📚

James

"Kiss me." Callista whispered.

I looked down at her. Wondering what she meant and why she's asking me.

It's another day at school, well after school, a volleyball match. Another match that I'm confident we're going to win. Eros is here and everything was find until Callista walked to me and asked--no, demanded me to kiss her.

"What?" I'm confused. Very much confused. I heard her and I will. I'll do anything she asked or demanded of me. However, I couldn't stop myself from looking confused, as if I didn't hear her.

She looks at me. Something about her changed. It has these past few days. Things changed with her since the day she kissed me. It was like she took notice of me. She's aware of me. I want to keep it that way but I don't want her to look pained by it. Or even bothered.

The first time we kissed, she told me she hated me. I didn't ask her about it.

I was afraid of the answer.

"A lot of people still doubt our relationship." An excused. Why is she using an excused? No one doubted our relationship. I knew that well since I made sure of it. I left no place for doubt yet somehow she mentioning yet, why?

"Some think it's fake or just for show." She avoiding my eyes. "So, James Corleone." She met my eyes. She's nervous, anxious. "Kiss me like I'm your lucky charm. Kiss me before every game. Look at me at every point as if you got it for me." Her voice is hesitant yet courageous, as if it's taking everything in her to just say these words.

I wonder why. Looking at her, noticing the little details cause me to wonder, is she using these excuse to kiss me? Does she want to kiss her?

Is she developing feelings for me?

A deep breath and she stand tall and brave before me. "Kiss me like you're in love with me, James."

Done.

My hand to her hip, pulling her in, closing the damn space between us. I even let my finger go through her hair, the back of her head as I close in everything. I don't even let a centimetre separate us before I capture her lips.

It just feels so right.

Kissing her. Holding her. Having her like this. It feel right. It feel complete. Her arms find me. A hand holding my jersey from the waist, pulling me closer. Another hand on my bicep that I can't help but flex for her. Wanting her to feel it. She taste heavenly. Nothing could ever taste better than her. Her lips, I can go on for hours.

Maybe someday I will. Just takeout with her until our lips go numb.

Thoughts about her, about our future and how I may someday have her under on on top of me rushes down to a place that shouldn't be reacting since I have a match coming up and playing with a boner is not the best thing, especially not when I need to jump.

Kiss me like you're in love with me, James.

Her words fills my heart, my soul, everything that I am.

I do just that. I kiss her with everything because I am in love with her.

However, cheers and whistles causes me to pull away from her before I take her right here. I forget where we were and who's around. Our bodies still close. I didn't want to leave her and I could feel it from her too. The way she held me until she soften and slightly pulled away.

I looked down on her and smiled. Leaning in to whisper, I said, "Cheer for me, ya?" Then I place a soft kiss on her forehead.

She went back and I played. I was highly motivated. I could feel the rush and energy coming off me. I used it on the court. Tyler made a comment saying how Callista should kiss me like that before every game since I'm fire while also adding his own comment about how he wants to be kissed like that by someone.