𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 |𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌|

14|Game

Bailey

I honestly thought this was a dream, I asked for help, and instead, I had a pair of lips attached to mine and a hand on my ass.

I guess this did count as a way of studying the body.

I embarrassingly yelped when I felt teeth graze my skin. His firm hand was firmly planted on my waist by now as he leaned over me slightly.

His lips sucking on my skin as my fingers tangled in his hair.

My stomach had all sorts of knots, and it felt as if my bed was on fire. Moving my hand down to his face, I lightly pulled him up, to wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips desperately to his.

Never in my twenty years here did I know kissing someone felt like this.
When his hand went under my shirt, I pulled away, and he looked down at me with confusion.

"Too much?"

Nibbling on my lips for a second, I shook my head. He paused, so I made it my duty to show him that it was okay, I wanted this.

Leaning up, I kissed him, softly, he smiled against my lips and went back to hovering over me.

His hand didn't go up like I thought it would. It went down, and so did my heart. I was scared, I was inexperienced and had a hot guy over me, and he knew more than me.

He was going to hate me.

When his hand came between us, I quickly grabbed it again.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled when he looked at me again. I shamelessly looked down.

"Bailey, I'm not mad." He whispered, and I looked up.

"It's not that I don't want to, I'd love to, but I know nothing about this and–" I stopped and shrugged.

Cameron laughed and laid down beside me, removing his hand from my underwear, I was a bit disappointed, but I didn't let it show.

"Don't fret, my first time was something. Alex and I were really young, and we had no clue what we were doing on a small bed." He said and stared up at the ceiling.

"How old are you guys?" I asked, Alex never answered me.

"I'm 27, Alex is a year older than me." He said, and I stared at the side of his face.

They are old, old.

"We aren't that much older than you, Bailey. we still have enough strokes left in us." He voiced and turned his head towards me.

My face flushed, and I dropped my forehead on his shoulder. Feeling his hand pat the back of my head, I smiled and cuddled up to his side.

It was hard to believe that we didn't get along in the beginning. Now, we were practically inseparable.

"When did you two meet?"

"Um, I-I can't remember actually, that's weird. We met when we were–" He closed his eyes,  eyebrows knitting together.

Running my hand across his chest, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "It's okay, I'm sure it'll come to you." I said, and he smiled. Taking a hold of my wrist, lightly pulling me towards him, attaching his lips back to mine.

I smiled before kissing him back.

At times, we would pull away just to look at each other, and it was as if a magnetic force fulled us back together.

"I like your hair like this." I whispered against his lips.

He got a haircut before coming hair, and now it was not as long as before now it was in a style he called wolf cut.