Catching Me (Being Edited) ✔

Hit The Lights (15)

So back from a festival and for me this is kind of early but I thought I would put up a chapter before I go to bed, hope you like it and remember to vote and comment and if you really like this you could always follow me.

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  I’m lying on Jordan’s bed and I’m staring at the ceiling. We were trying to have some sort of friendship, but every moment I spent with him I felt like I wanted him to be my boyfriend. He may not be treating me like a princess, like when we were together, but he was nice to me even though I had the blunt comments everyone once in a while. He wouldn’t lie to me. Jordan’s taking a shower, and that didn’t make me feel any better. I’m a sexually frustrated teenager who was just feet away from a boy I used to have feelings for and well, they seem to be coming to the surface again.

    It wasn’t long before he came back into the room, his hair was a little damp and he was running a towel through it. He was now wearing a dark grey T-shirt and a pair of jeans which were low enough to show off his Calvin Klein boxers. He hangs up the towel, walks over to the mirror, and uses his hand to flatten his hair. He turns around before his gaze turns to my spot on his bed, and he smiles before walking over and lying down next to me.

    “So Scarlett…” before he says anything, I kiss him. He kisses me back straight away this time. His kiss is a little rough but even though this wasn’t like the sweet kisses we use to share, it still makes me feel wonderful and I could feel the smile on my face. I push him back and his lips run down my neck and I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from breathing so loudly. I go back to kiss him and I stay in-between his legs as he kisses me back with great force. He moves his hands so that they are around my waist. He rolls me over and I feel his weight against my body. I’d never had a kiss with Jordan like this. We never really had make-out sessions because I didn’t want to push him. He was so sweet, so innocent. But he was so good and it means that this kind of situation would be the last thing on my mind.

    His hands begin to roam up my leg and I feel his whole weight against my body as our lips continue to move against one another. I know I need to pull away but it’s just so hard. “Scarlett…” Jordan is still kissing me but he says, “Think we should…” he says between kisses and he finally gets the word come to his lips. “Stop.”

    He is still kissing me and I smile against his lips before gasping out, “I don’t want to,” This seems to get him to stop because his lips leave mine and he rests his forehead against mine. I let my eyes go to his mouth and I see a smile on his face. He sits up, pulling me up with him and he runs his fingers through my hair sorting it out and making it straight. “You know you are no fun,” I say and I feel my mouth pout a little bit and he smirks before wrapping his arm around me.

    “Not going to work Scarlett. And another thing, what was that?”

    “The fact that when we were dating you didn’t like intense make-out sessions, so I thought I should have my fair share of them.” he kisses me on the cheek, and his lips linger there for a while. He holds me against his body before he pulls me down on the bed and I rest my head on his pillow, my eyes looking at him.

    “So you want your fair share, and we have what? Three to four months to make up for how many make- out sessions would you say that is?” he was breathing against my face and I lean in to kiss him. Our lips touch and it’s just a sweet little peak as our lips move against each other four times before he pulls apart and says, “This time I have control,” He kisses me on my cheek and pulls me close and I feel a smile tug on my face. “You know, maybe it was better that we didn’t work out,” He says really quietly to me.