Scarlet Lies

Chapter 7

Skylar

"Yes." She breathed, and he sighed, his hands finding their way to her face.

She hadn't kissed anyone besides Jackson in over two years. And Oliver... he was so sweet. He barely knew her and was going out of his way to protect her. His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, and her eyes fluttered shut.

This wasn't the best idea. He didn't even know who she was. Would he still want to kiss her if he knew she was Jackson's ex?

"Wait, wait if you're not comfortable-"

He pressed his lips against hers, and her entire body felt like it was about to combust. It was a small kiss, and he pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers.

"I'm comfortable. For now. But eventually I'm going to want to know love."

She sighed, running her hands up his chest and draping her arms around his neck.

"But not now. Okay?" He murmered, as if attempting to soothe her.

"Okay."

He leaned forward again, his breath fanning across her lips.

"Do you-"

She cut him off, pressing forward and kissing him. For real this time. He hummed in approval, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. Butterflies seemed to spread from her stomach to every single limb, her entire body filled with a fluttering sensation. She flicked her tongue against his bottom lip, and his mouth immediately opened for her. She could suddenly taste spearmint, and his hand was in her hair, pulling her even closer, which at first she hadn't thought possible. His tongue wrapped around her's, and suddenly he sucked, making her knees buckle. It felt like he was consuming everything about her, her mind going blank and her breath frozen in her lungs. She must have leaned into him too much, because he seemed to stagger back slightly, breaking their kiss. The closet was filled with the sound of their ragged breath, and she closed her eyes, pressing her hand to her mouth.

There... there was something in her mouth. Was that...

"I wasn't chewing gum." She voiced her thought aloud, and he chuckled, his hands dropping down to her hips.

"Sorry, I was."

"Oh. Do you want it back?"

"God, yes." He groaned, pulling her against him again.

She leaned up, her hands finding his face in the dark. His skin felt like it was burning, and she imagined hers felt the same. His mouth landed on her's for what felt like a split second, before a loud knocking sounded.

Oh no.

"I'm going to count to ten. Anyone in there better be dressed and decent by then."

Oh god.

Oliver ripped away from her, and she fisted her hands in her hair.

What the fuck? No one ever got caught in the closet. Why did it have to be them?

"Fuck." He breathed, and he sounded like he was near the door.

"Uh... do you have a hood?" He asked, and she wanted to throttle him.

"Oh yes of course, just let me grab my cloak. Oh. Wait. I left it at home with my collection of daggers. No. I don't have a fucking hood."

He whistled, and she exhaled loudly.

"You aren't as shy as I thought, huh? Come here."

She followed his voice and he grabbed her arm, pulling and pushing her against what she realized was the door.