𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 37: 𓆩⟡𓆪

It's been a week and a half since I got into that argument with Katie. It's time to slowly break away, or in other words, move on from her.

And, I know it's a shitty thing to do, talking to her boyfriend and all, but he's the only one who can be there for me right now. I've known him for so long, and all of those years growing up, I harbored feelings for him.

Everyone knows that.

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I text him one late afternoon, asking if I can come over. Asking if we could talk. He responded with yes but added that we're friends, and that we have to keep it that way.

He lets me into the house without anyone noticing - Claire is at hockey practice and their parents are busy, apparently - before leading me up to his room.

"Thank you for seeing me. I really appreciate it." I whisper, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

He lets out a tense sigh, nodding. "Yeah." He murmurs before taking a seat beside me.

I forgot how handsome he is.

His fluffy, dirty blonde hair, complimented by chocolate colored eyes and a killer body, threatens to make my heart beat again like it used to everytime I was around him.

Yet I feel guilty.

I know he's still with Katie. I don't understand why they haven't broken up yet. For some reason, though, I don't feel guilty for meeting with him while he has a girlfriend.

God, I'm really a shitty person.

I feel guilty because I know I shouldn't, if that makes any sense. He's a guy, so I know that society wouldn't hate us for our gender. Maybe I just.. wish he was a girl.

"What did you want to talk about, Liz?" He murmurs, looking at me now. It feels like my skin is on fire and I need to let these emotions escape my body now. Whatever I'm experiencing needs to leave.

I shift around so I'm laying on his bed now, my head resting on his pillow. He watches me before laying down beside me.

"I don't know what I wanted to talk about," I whisper, taking time to just stare at him.

I can only hear him breathe.

After several moments, I open my mouth.
"How have you been?" I ask gently.

"..I've been.. okay." He shrugs, "I know this is old news but I know you and Pierce aren't a thing anymore." He pauses. "You look happier without him. Honestly."

I crack a small smile, "I think I look happier when I'm not in any sort of relationship, Hugh."

He chuckles, "I don't know if I believe that." He says, amused, but it fades.

I hold back a wince. I know he doesn't believe me when I say that because of what happened between us a long, long time ago, and how I got really closed off after that. But at the same time, that wasn't the only thing that turned me the way I am now.

It was my sister dying.

I quickly want to change the topic. I'm not in the mood to be sad right now.

"Does he bother you guys during rugby practice?" I ask. "He's always been a kind of pushy person." I roll my eyes.

"Fuck yeah he does," He says strongly. "Always trying to get his head into things, that fucker. You know how much he asks about you?"

I laugh, "Tell him to move on already."

"I do! I think he tried getting with some girls after you two ended things. You're still on his mind, though." Hugh sighs, then grins.

"I remember, after our last rugby game. We won. It was all thanks to Johnny and Gibsie's teamwork, by the way. But anyway." He licks his lips. "Pierce was so happy, he said he was gonna jack off that night to celebrate."

"Oh my god, shut up!" I exclaim, both in surprise and disgust. "You can't be serious. Are you fucking with me, Hugh?"

He laughs, "No, I'm serious! It was so weird to me because it's not even like we lose a lot. We're a good team."

I shake my head in disbelief. "He probably said that because he knows no one wants to get his loser dick wet."

His chest rumbles as he laughs again, "Probably. You think he gets the least play out of all the boys?"

"Uh, yeah, obviously." I respond. "Or Cormac."

He hums in agreement, and we're back to being silent again. I play with a string of my hair, thinking of what to say.

"I miss you."

I watch his eyes widen. I watch the confliction spread across his face, "Liz, I-"

"We can finally be together," I say urgently, grabbing his hands and pulling them closer to me so he won't leave. He squirms and stammers out a protest, but he makes no actual move to push me away.

"Hugh, Hugh, listen," I say, bringing his hands to my chest now. He stills.

"You know we can't be together, Liz. My heart's with Katie."

Mine is too.

"Just for now, then," I whisper. "We can both forget about her. Just for now."

His brows are drawn together and he's silent again, unable to meet my eyes.

I coax his fists open with my fingers and hold his hands, opening him up to my touch.

When he relaxes, I bring his hand to my breasts and move closer to him, our noses only a centimeter apart.

And I kiss him.

He.. slowly.. kisses me back.

And drags his hands along my body... and then he's hovering on top of me, with my arms around his neck.

Clothes come off, and there's no words exchanged. There's only the sound of his grunts and my whimpers, of our needy kisses and his squeaky bed, and the thrum from our flushed skin.

And I tell him, again and again, "We can finally be together."

"Don't stop."

"Oh, God, it feels so good.."

And he pants, "Yeah, fuck, Liz."

"You're beautiful."

"I'm gonna come."

And I tell him to give it to me, and he does, and the afternoon fades into night, and I lose track of time being with him. Being on him.