My Gay Roommate

Chapter 32 - I Didn't Kiss Him

Chapter 32 - I Didn't Kiss Him

I heard gasps and murmurs from my fazed hearing. "What the hell?" someone nearby asked, but I barely heard them.

My heart was thundering and his lips were warm against mine, smooth and soft, the same lips I'd already kissed once. My eyes stayed wide, and I didn't know what exactly what I was staring at. All I knew was that my mind was absolutely blank.

The way my body responded was not the way I'd wanted to respond. I found my lips gently parting beneath his, my eyes threatening to flutter close on their own and just relax into this kiss.

His hand was firm on the small of my back, willing to press me closer. But I didn't want to be closer! I already knew that this was wrong enough, that everything about this kiss was fake.

I raised my hands to his shoulders and with all my force, pushed myself away from him, stumbling backwards and nearly tripping in my heels.

Dan's eyes opened and he stared at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. We locked gazes and reflexively, I tore my eyes away, my face getting warm. I'd just pushed him away. Just rejected him.

I looked back him and saw that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his expression was hurt. He averted his eyes to me and then away. Finally, he turned and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.

I stood there, my feet getting ready to collapse. What had he even been thinking? Why had he done that? I wasn't his girlfriend. And I wasn't even dressed as a boy this time. Why...?

I didn't wanna know. I swallowed down all the humiliation and fear and pushed past people through the crowd that had just formed. I avoided all the wide eyes on me, all the praises, and ignored Miranda when she shouted my name.

Dan had always been my cocky, perverted roommate who always confided in me but now, I couldn't imagine what was going on through his head. And why had he looked hurt? Because I'd embarrassed him in front of millions of people?

I covered my face, my heart threatening to explode right out of my chest. I couldn't swallow the desire in my throat, and I couldn't get rid of the tingly sensations running down my spine. Worst of all, I couldn't get rid of his sweet, mouth-watering taste and the feeling of his lips being pressed against mine.

This was all wrong, completely and utterly wrong. It shouldn't have happened this way - in fact, it shouldn't have happened at all. And I hated myself for wanting more of his taste and touch.

But of course I'd feel this way; any girl would, whether Dan was homosexual or not. He had that sexy way of touching, that slow, lustful look in his eyes, and -

I gasped, uncovering my face. "What am I thinking?" I cried out loud. How could I even think that? There was no way those thoughts had actually ran through my mind!

Let's get it clear: Dan was queer, which meant he was into men. When he'd kissed me, it was all just a fake kiss, and nothing had been real about it. Also, he did not make me feel lascivious or sensual. So there, now that I had that imprinted in my mind...

Even though I told myself that, I knew that things would be way too awkward for Dan and me. I'd probably have to pack my bags and leave the apartment in complete embarrassment....

I sighed. This was ridiculous and I hated myself, hated Caroline, hated Miranda and Conner for throwing the party, hated Jacob for not being here, and especially hated Dan for more than just kissing me.

I found myself inside an indoor green house that was full of wild and exotic flowers of all sorts and looked around. How had I ended up here? And what kind of banquet hall had bedrooms and a green house?