Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 25

Allie's P.O.V

Jessie's lips were still on mine, the taste of her was electric, intoxicating. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I knew I should stop—pull away, think clearly—but every part of me was on fire. My mind was shouting reasons to stop, to remember everything I stood to lose, but my body didn't listen. It wanted her. Desperately.

I felt Jessie's hands move over my body, and I shivered as they found my waist. Her grip was firm, confident, and I could feel how much she wanted this too. This wasn't just me. I wasn't imagining the connection between us. She was pulling me closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger I hadn't felt before, and it sent a thrill through me.

I arched against her, feeling her hands explore my body, sliding over the curve of my hip, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

God, I wanted this. I wanted to feel her, all of her. I didn't want to think about what it meant or what would happen tomorrow or what Mark would say. For once, I didn't want to think at all.

Jessie shifted, gently maneuvering me backward until I felt the soft cushions of the sofa beneath me. I was lying beneath her, her weight pressing into me, her mouth never leaving mine. Every nerve in my body was alight, sparking with sensation. I gasped as she moved against me, her body firm and insistent, her touch making my skin burn with desire. Her kisses were deeper now, more demanding, and I felt my own need rising to meet hers.

"Are you sure?" she whispered against my lips, her voice husky, her breath warm on my skin.

I nodded, unable to find my voice, my hands sliding up her back to pull her closer. My eyes locked onto hers, and I knew she could see the hunger there, the need. I wanted this. I wanted her. And Jessie seemed to understand. Her lips found mine again, and this time, I felt the full force of her desire, her need crashing into mine.

We stumbled to our feet, our bodies still tangled together, hands grasping at fabric and skin, lips never leaving each other's. I could feel her hands on my back, guiding me through the apartment, past the living room, down the hallway, and into her bedroom.

Her bedroom was as quirky and personal as the rest of her apartment. There were framed photos and paintings covering the walls, strings of fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, and a large bed with a patchwork quilt.

My desire had taken over and my body was reacting purely on impulse. My fingers blindly fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, desperate to see more of her, feel more of her. I pushed the thin white fabric off of her shoulders and wrapped my arms around her again, only the soft lace of her black bra between my touch.

I had never touched a woman like this before, but my body was acting as if I had been doing this with Jessie for years.

Our embrace made it to the foot of the bed and Jessie lowered me onto her mattress. I lay there looking up at her toned figure. I needed her, now, my body was begging for her. But I also wanted this encounter to last for hours, I wanted to learn everything there was to learn about her body.

Jessie ran her hands up my thighs, her hands grazing the sensitive skin under my dress and my breath hitched in my throat, my head falling back onto the duvet.

Jessie continued with her movements, pulling my dress higher and higher up my body. And then suddenly everything came to a halt when we heard a knock at the door.  I felt Jessie stiffen against me.

We stayed silent, holding our breath, but then another knock, louder this time, and a voice called out.

"Jessie... are you home?"

I felt my heart plummet to my stomach. It was Mark.

Jessie's eyes widened, and she pulled away from me. As her hands left my body I was brought back to the harsh reality, back to the pain and the shame of the person I was right now.

Jessie stared down at me, whispering, "What is he doing here?"

"I don't know," I whispered back, feeling panic surge through me.

Mark knocked again, harder this time, and his voice was louder, slurring slightly.

"Jessie it's Mark, open the door". He sounded drunk.

Jessie pressed a finger to her lips, signaling for me to stay quiet, and then she grabbed her shirt that had been carelessly flung on the floor. She finished buttoning it up as she slipped out of the room.

"Shit shit shit" I whispered quietly to myself as I stood up from the bed.

I straightened my dress out, patting it down from its disheveled state. I looked in the mirror that hung on the back of Jessie's bedroom door, smoothing out my messy hair that had been sprawled across her mattress just moments earlier. Then I carefully snuck out of the bedroom and back into the living room. Nothing to be suspicious of if I'm just sitting on the sofa. Right?

"Is Allie here?" Mark's voice was sharp, accusing.

"No," Jessie lied calmly. "She's not here."

"Don't lie to me!" Mark's voice rose. "I checked with her parents. I checked with her friends. You're the only person she could be with."

I could hear the anger and condescension in his voice, and it made my skin crawl.

Jessie sounded firm but composed. "You need to leave, Mark," she said.

I heard Mark's footsteps moving closer, and then his voice again, louder this time. "Allie!" he shouted, his voice carrying through the apartment.

Jessie tried to stop him, but he pushed past her, storming into the living room, his eyes wild. He spotted me immediately, sitting on the sofa, and I felt his glare hit me like a physical blow.

"Time to go home," he snapped, holding out his hand with an air of authority, as if he had all the rights in the world to command me.

I stared at his hand, my heart racing. Part of me wanted to take it, to end this confrontation, but something in me refused. I pushed his hand away.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I said firmly, my voice stronger than I felt.

Mark's face twisted with anger, and he took a step closer. "Don't be stupid, Allie. Let's go."

Before he could reach me, Jessie stepped between us, her voice low and steady. "She told you no, Mark. You need to leave."

Mark glared at her, his nostrils flaring. "Stay out of this," he snapped.

I could smell the stale whiskey coming from his breath as he spoke. Jessie didn't speak again but she remained between us, like she was silently protecting me from my dreaded reality. And I felt safe.

"Mark.." I spoke, my voice softer now, trying to ease the nasty tension in the air. "I don't want to go back to that place that has never felt like home, I don't want to go back to my boring, beige life" the words were spilling out of me without much thought but I felt ready. I needed to do this. It was now or never.

"I don't want to be your wife anymore" I said, my eyes steady on his.

Mark's expression never changed. The dark anger still apparent in them.

"Allie, you're a fool if you think you'll be happier without me. You've got nobody—"

I stood up, feeling a surge of anger I hadn't realised I was capable of.

"I don't love you anymore, Mark. I haven't been happy for years." My voice remained calm, but I stood my ground.

Mark laughed, a cruel sound that sent a chill down my spine.

"You think you have anyone but me? You had to come crawling to your boss just for a sofa to sleep on for the night, and Jessie is too polite to turn you away."

He stepped forward, but Jessie put a firm hand on his chest, her expression fierce.

"That's enough," she said quietly. "Leave. Or I'll call the police".

Mark looked between the two of us, his face twisted with fury, but he knew he was outnumbered. With a final glare, he scoffed and turned on his heel, storming out of the apartment.

The door slammed shut behind him, and I exhaled a long breath. I felt the tension leave my body in a rush, and I looked at Jessie, who was watching me with concern in her eyes.

For the first time in a long time, I felt... free.