erik menendez // if you love me..don't let go

chapter fourteen

Erik's POV

When Scarlett walked out of the bathroom wearing my clothes, my heart skipped a beat. She made them somehow look so damn good on her, even though they were practically swallowing her.

Her soaking wet hair was all pulled to the front, meaning the water was seeping through the shirt she was wearing. A white shirt.

"Hey." I said, my eyes not leaving that area. God, why am I such a pervert?

"Hi." She giggled. I finally was able to look at her face, and that was a mistake. I think my heart just skipped two beats this time. Just because she was here, with me, made me crazy out of my mind.

"What?" I asked, referring to her laughing. 

"Nothing," She smirked. I bit down on my bottom lip. "Just that...we're kind of matching." She choked out another laugh.

Scarlett's POV

Erik stood up from his bed so he was now towering over me. I craned my neck to look up at him.

"I think," He had a teasing smirk on his face, something that surprised me. "We should match more often."

He then grabbed at the hem of my shirt, playing with it. I looked down at his fingers and swallowed. My eyes went wide.

"Really?" I tried to act all nonchalant and met his eyes, but my heart was beating way out of my chest. 

He stifled a laugh, sensing my nervous aura. "Really." He repeated back, just above a whisper as he had a sharp gaze on me. I felt very exposed, like he could see right through me with just his eyes.

Suddenly, his hand that was once playing with the hem of my shirt, now moved to be fully under my shirt. My back arched slightly in response. His hand continue to slowly move until it was on my lower back, and he pulled me closer the slightest bit.

Our faces were inches apart. His gaze now looked sharp yet soft. There was yearning in his eyes.

"Scarlett." He whispered.

I licked my lips. "Erik?"

His eyes flicked to my lips for a beat before coming back to my eyes.

"I..." He looked between both of my eyes in a fast motion.

Knowing he was not going to be able to finish his sentence, I cupped his face in between both of my hands. His eyes fluttered from my touch, and he let out a quiet sigh.

His other hand, unoccupied, moved to hold the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. I brought his face closer to me and tilted my head slightly. His lips had parted and brushed against mine. I gasped.

"Erik." I breathed out.

He didn't say anything, but his actions spoke way more than needed. He tugged me forcefully against him until our lips collided and meshed with each other. It was a fury of desperation and passion. Like we were starving and finally got what we've been waiting for. When his tongue stroked my bottom lip, my breath hitched in my throat and I let out a tiny gasp. Erik grunted in approval.

"Scarlett." He murmured against my lips, giving me a sweet, soft kiss. "You're so perfect." He pushed me against the wall so my back was leaning on it. His lips found their way to the corner of my mouth, and he trailed down my jawline and neck, leaving kisses behind. I had one hand running through his soft hair and the other on his back. His hard, muscly back. His mouth made its way back up the same pathway and ended at my lips. I stood on my tip-toes and Erik pulled me closer to him. Our body's melted together and I arched my back to lean in and deepened the kiss. His fingers found their way to a strand of my hair and he twirled it around his finger, gently tugging on it.

I pulled back the tiniest bit to catch my breath, then I leaned back in for one more soft kiss. My breathing was rapid, mirroring Erik's.

Erik's POV 

What. The. Fuck. Did that just happen? I stood there, absolutely breathless, looking down at the one girl who has ever made me feel such real emotions. Such deep and heavy feelings. 

I let out a deep breath and rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes met and it was like electricity running through my blood, connecting with hers. I pressed a tender kiss between her eyebrows, keeping my lips there for a short bit before pulling away.

"We should go to sleep now." I whispered after a few beats of silence.

Both our heads turned to where the clock was. 4:03 AM. 

"Oh," We faced each other again and her face was as red as a tomato. "Yeah."

I reached out and gently pinched her cheek, causing her to smile even wider. She pushed herself off the wall, and I took her small hand in mine and walked us over to the bed. The single bed. 

"Is this okay?" I asked, turning to her.

Her eyes darted between me and the bed. I couldn't tell if there was doubt in her eyes, but her response then soothed me. "Of course." She squeezed my hand. I squeezed hers back.

We were both laying on our backs under the comforter, staring at the ceiling. 

"Erik?" The bed moved around and I turned my head to see Scarlett now on her side, facing me.

"Yeah?" I shifted myself too so my elbow was propped up and I was facing her, eye to eye.

"I didn't regret that." She confessed, and relief flooded through my body.

"Really?" I repeated.

"Really." 

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, but when I went in for more she pressed a finger to my lips.

I gave her a perplexed look.

"Remember," She tapped my temple with the tip of her finger. "We have to go to sleep."

I rolled my eyes, but I also couldn't contain the smile that appeared on my face. This time, I didn't try to stop it.

Scarlett's POV

I faced the other way before I would take Erik's face into mine and smash my lips against his again. I was absolutely exhausted and needed to get some sleep. 

I heard Erik shuffle around a bit before I felt a hand hover over my abdomen. Giggling, I grabbed it and made it comfortable on my belly. Erik breathed out, as if in relief, and tightened his grip on me before he moved his body so my back was against his chest. I molded perfectly into him, our legs a tangled mess. He brushed a soft kiss against my neck before resting his chin on my head.

"Goodnight." He muffled into my hair.

"Goodnight, Erik." I whispered back, feeling so many emotions. I felt so giddy, like a little girl thinking about her elementary school crush.

"Did you regret it?" I asked, feeling a rush of worry.

"Not in a million years." He reassured.