One Last Kiss

|Chapter 25|

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It is official. My mom is ignoring me. Every time I was going to talk to her, she would be out of the house. My dad wouldn’t budge about why or where she is, just saying that I need patience. A week has gone by and I had only seen my mom once. I tried talking to her but she was rushing out the door for her job. I was stressing out. With musical practices and worrying about what my mom’s going to do—all my energy is literally drained.

          After musical practice I met up at Derek’s house. His mom was out with Taylor so we had the house to ourselves. Derek wanted to get there before me so he can clean his room a bit. When I arrived at his house I rang the doorbell and waited for Derek to open it. My eyes burned and they needed a rest. I blinked a few times but it didn’t make the feeling go away. I sighed dramatically. I’ve been standing out here for a few minutes and he still has yet to open the door. I rang the bell again and waited. When I heard nothing I kept ringing it until Derek threw the door open.

          “Alright,” Derek said loudly. “Cut it out!” He grabbed my hand which was ringing the doorbell and dragged me inside. Providing his dominance, Derek pinned me to the closed door and pressed himself into me. Any other time I would love to be this intimate with him, well more, but right now I’m just too tired.

          I gave him an ‘are you serious’ look. “I’m too tired Derek.”

          Derek pouted his bottom lip but let me go. He kissed the top of my head before he did though. I walked upstairs to Derek’s home. Once I saw his bed my eyes were literally burning in excitement. I collapsed on his bed and buried my head in the pillow. I closed my eyes and got comfy.

          I felt the bed dip before feeling Derek’s arms come around my middle. He got under the blankets with me and presses his body to mine. I enjoyed his warmth, the protectiveness he gives off when we cuddle. His arms hold me tight and I move closer into him.

          “Is everything okay?” he whispered, brushing my hair away from my face so he can look over and see my reaction.

          “Just tired,” I sighed.

          I felt the bed move again before Derek was lifting me up. I tried to fight him but he wouldn’t have it. He sat me up on the bed and brought me between his legs—my back to his front. I was about to ask what he was doing and scowl him for disturbing my nap but all the anger diminished when his hands started massaging my shoulders. My eyes closed and embraced the feel of his warm hands working wonders on my shoulders and neck. I moaned and I heard Derek chuckle. He hit the right places every time. Goose bumps spread across my skin by the chills of pleasure.

          “You’re good at this,” I moaned.

          He didn’t respond, just kept massaging my shoulders and neck. A few moments later he pulled my leather jacket down so my shoulders were bare. His hands worked lower onto my arms as his lips replaced his hands. His lips were warm and skimmed across my flesh. I leaned back against his chest and turned my head so I was facing him. Derek didn’t stop though. His hands moved down to massage my hips as his lip move to the side of my neck and down my shoulder. His lips move slowly, teasingly. I brought my hand up and ran it through his hair, bringing his face closer. His kisses turned more urgent. His hands balled up my shirt at my hips before slipping his hands under my top. More goose bumps spread against my skin when his hands slowly started to move up.