8: Rowen II

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by kllcarlxD

by kllcarlxD

Rowens POV

Tonight was the night. I was to meet Tucker at his house.
This had become frequent. Makeout sessions at each others houses and slurred words we'd forget at school the next day and resume our places in the trio we occupied with Landen. As best friends. Nothing more.

The kissing had become an escape of sorts— from my breakup. Maybe for Tucker it was an escape from any commitment. He hadn't shown any sign of wanting anything. Neither had I. Pure lust laced my words and longing looks him, but my thoughts held something much deeper for him that I'd never share. Something so strong I feared it would be taken away forever if we continued. And yet I craved more of his touch. Desperately.

But as I arrived, I willed my brain to go back to the "less talking more kissing" mindset. To smile and wink at Tucker and hold him roughly and not tenderly like I'd wanted. To plunge my hands into his hair instead of hugging him like a best friend. More.
What were we now? Friends with benefits? It didn't feel like a benefit to me. It felt like a blessing he even shared my feelings, or at least I hoped he did. The exact feelings I felt. Not just the lust.

We stood in Tucker's doorway and kissed before walking inside the house. The first few times there had been no hesitation. I didn't know the feeling of the first time being done in a darkened room without the light of the moon shining through. Only Tucker. A warm sensation that spread throughout my body and soul— fire consuming me. Lustful fire. Now it was dimming. Fading faster than it sparked. But even so, no other thoughts of a relationship came to me as we kissed for a long while. I used to wonder how he felt of this. How he could look at me with only bedroom eyes and not the happy and joyful— yet idiotic, smile that shown past just his mouth. Like the brightest star in the sky.

I hoped my best friend thought as highly of me as I did him. Not just as a toy to kiss. I hoped he was mature. A solemn tear slipped down my cheek that Tucker thankfully didn't notice through our steamy kissing. It's almost as if the hot, blazing atmosphere of our hearts evaporated it away. Maybe it had.

I went home as Tucker wrapped his jacket around me and kissing me once more— a bit more tenderly this time, making me blush, actually blush, and grin. Grin like I had a lover again. Someone to love. Someone who loved me. But it all faded as I arrived home.