❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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The door clicked shut and we stood in silence.
Oh God, I didn't think this through. Now what am I supposed to do?
"The party should be over in about two hours," I start, unable to look at her. "we can watch a movie until then, you know, before you go to Lucy's room."
I walk to my window, watching the heavy rain hit the windows while undoing my button-up. Shrugging the wet material off my shoulders, I sigh, listening to her heaving breathing.
With my back to her, I drop my shirt on the bean bag, leaving me in my woman-beater and pants. "Unless you're comfortable with staying in my room."
She stays silent, and I turn around, taking in her appearance.
Her arms are wrapped around herself, my jacket covering everything by hitting her mid-thigh. And her makeup is completely ruined.
Wincing, I ask. "Would you want to shower first? Or should I go first? I have some clothes you can wear."
"You can go first," she offers, lifting her gaze to meet mine. Fuck.
A bolt of lightening illuminated the room for a few seconds, followed by a resounding thunder. I don't know who moved first, or who even took the first step but the next thing I knew was that we were kissing.
Our mouths bumped together, all teeth and no finesse. It didn't matter. It didn't matter at all.
Need slammed into us as our lips moved together, my hand pulling her closer while her arms wraps around my neck. Darya made a whimpering sound, hungry, so very hungry that I couldn't control myself, sucking her in greedily.
I groaned, kissing her deeper while she shivers in my arms. I want her deeper, I want our fucking souls to merge. Fuck, this feeling, this feeling is awful but I don't want it to end.
The very air between us seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. I pull away, pressing our foreheads together to catch my breath. I could hear my own unsteady breathing, or maybe it was Darya's. Who knows.
Standing to my full height, I stroke her cheek. "Fuck, you're beautiful," I hear myself say. My voice even sounded off—rough and intoxicated. I felt intoxicated, my thoughts muddled with a twisted, strange pull towards my girl.
She whimpers, leaning closer to my touch and I curse under my breath.
Pulling away completely from her, I run my fingers through my hair, turning away from her. I look down at my erection and released another curse.
"Ethan..." she mutters, sounding so small and unsure. "Aren't you going to touch me?"
I whirled around so fast it was surprising I didn't have a whiplash. "What?"
"Aren't you going to touch me?"
She sounded so unsure and off and I remembered all what I know about her.
