What Can Be

Chapter 8

It's a silent ride back to Jack's place and I can't help but glance over at him every once in a while. We've been talking non stop, but now it's different. There's an underlying tension between us and I can't help but shiver. We pull into his garage and we both get out of the car. He opens the door to his house and, surprisingly, it's spotless. Honestly, it's the cleanest house I've ever seen. His white countertops accent his black floor perfectly and I can't help but marvel at the beautiful blue backdrop against the wall.

"Your house is beautiful." I exclaim.

"Yeah, why do you think I only take the beautiful women home?" He winks at me. I can't help but laugh, "no I'm kidding. But thank you." He says, modestly. I slowly wander over to his living space and I'm greeted with a giant flat screen TV and white leather couches. Damn he knows how to live. I walk over to the couch and run my hands over the material.

"You like it?" He asks me, smiling. I turn to look at him and nod my head. My eyes flutter down to his hand which he has just rested on top of mine. I can't help but just stare down at our hands, connected, and then I look back up at him.

"You gonna teach me how to slow dance, now?" I ask, moving my hand, slightly. He smirks at me and walks over to the table and picks up a remote,

"I thought you'd never ask." So he turns on some slow jazz music and walks back over to me. "Now." He says, immediately wrapping his hands around my waist, "first, you have to begin swaying your body side to side." He begins and I wrap my arms around his neck, laughing.

"Mhmm..." I say, pretending to be concentrated. I'm realizing how much he doesn't know what he's doing.

"And then, you have to get closer." So he aggressively pulls my body into his and smirks down at me. Damn he's so attractive. I stare up into his eyes as I feel him tighten his grip on my waist. I suddenly become very aware of how close we are and all, and I can't help but sway my body back and forth more, getting lost in the music. I close my eyes a bit and smile to myself. "Are we ready for some advanced movement?" He asks me and I open my eyes.

"Of course!" I laugh and he suddenly lets go of my waist and takes my hands in his.

"Okay. You better be ready." He laughs and twirls me around. We suddenly begin stepping around the room, he twirls me every once in a while and all the while, we're stumbling a bit and laughing our heads off. Finally, he pulls me in close again. His hands rest on my waist and mine around his neck. "You're a great student." He winks at me and I can't help but laugh again.

"No, I just have a great teacher." The song ends and we continue swaying until a new one comes on. This ones slower and more relaxed. A different mood sets between us and he slowly moves his hands from my waist, resting his hands in my back pockets. He doesn't try anything other than this, his hands simply rest here and I push my body a bit closer to his. I don't think I've ever really been this close to someone I barely knew and felt this comfortable before. I close my eyes once again, taking in everything about this moment. His hands. His smell. The music. Everything. And I smile brightly to myself.

Suddenly, I feel his lips lightly place themselves on my neck, his hair tickles my cheek. I open my eyes, a little shocked. He gives me a tiny kiss and then moves his lips to another spot on my neck. Doing the same thing, his lips slowly move their way up my neck, to my jawbone, my cheek, until his lips meet mine and he holds me captive in a slow, passionate kiss. I feel his hands slide up my body, out of my pockets, and set themselves on my waist again. He leans my back up against the couch before disconnecting our lips. He slowly opens his eyes and stares at me. No words are spoken between us, he simply leans again, kissing me once again, our mouths begin moving in perfect rhythm and we slowly walk to the front of the couch. He then slowly, without disconnecting our lips, lays me down gently on the couch, climbing on top of me. His hands then wrap further around my waist and he pulls me in closer. We deepen the kiss slightly before finally pulling away.

"I knew you were good with your feet, you never told me you were this good with your mouth." He smiles slyly and l can't help but roll my eyes.

"You're full of those witty compliments, aren't you?" I laugh as I pull his head back down to mine. I begin running my fingers slowly through his hair. His lips make their way away from mine and he begins tracing the same path down to my neck, but this time, his lips move further, down to my collar bone. He nibbles a bit on my bone and finally hits the fabric. I feel his hands rest on my waist, slipping themselves under my shirt so his hands are directly touching my skin and I can't help but lay there, paralyzed as he nips at the fabric on the collar of my shirt. I'm not sure how far we're going to go tonight, but I'm ready. He slowly pulls away and looks up into my eyes, as if asking if I'm okay. I can't help but smile wide as my hands fumble with the bottom hem of his shirt. I slowly tug on it, revealing his skin. He finally takes the hint and sits up, removing his shirt. I can't help but draw in a sharp breath at what I see in front of me. His glowing tan skin is perfectly etched, just like his face, and I can't even stop myself, my hands reach out and run along his perfect abs. He laughs a bit before leaning in again, kissing my cheek, then connecting our lips once again. His body moves against mine in a fluid motion. His hands fumble with the bottom of my shirt and we finally disconnect our lips, I smile up at him as he brings the bottom of my shirt up right below my bra. I finally take it the rest of the way, and pull my shirt over my head and throw it aside. He stares down at my body and then glances back at my face. He rests a delicate hand on my cheek.

And then my phone rings.

I roll my eyes and groan.

"Is that yours?" He asks me, climbing off of me.

"Yeah, but we can just ignore it." It rings again and he laughs, standing up. He holds out his hand for me to stand as well, and I reluctantly take it.

"No, if it's something important, I don't want to be the reason you miss it." I sigh and walk over to the counter, digging in my purse for my phone. I check caller ID to see that it's Levi. My heart stops and I glance up at Jack who's leaning casually on the counter in front of me. I sigh and click accept.

"Hello?" I ask, worried.

"Hey, Raven. I'm at the bar and there's this guy here who's pretty gone. I'm not sure but I think he's one of your roommates." I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"What's his name?" I ask, annoyed.

"Hang on, let me ask." Then I hear him yell, "hey you! What's your name?"

"Carter!" He responds with a laugh.

"Oh my god, Carter? What's he doing?" I demand. He chuckles a bit before I begin hearing singing in the background. Damnit once Carter starts singing, they usually have to pull him out of the bar.

"Can you just come and help me with him?" I glance up at Jack for a moment. I stare at his perfect hair, his beautiful eyes, and his irresistible body.

"I don't think I can..." I sigh. Jack would want me to go, I know it. "One second." I say, and hold the phone to my body as I talk to Jack, "hey, umm..."

"You need to go?" He asks me. I roll my eyes and nod. "What's up?" He asks.

"My roommate is really drunk at the bar and..."

He laughs and shakes his head, "say no more. I'll go get your shirt for you." I smile wide at him.

"Who's that?" Levi demands.

"I'm with Jack, remember?"

"Did he just say he'll go get your shirt?" I feel the heat rushing to my cheeks and I freeze up.

"No. I'll see you in a couple minutes." And I immediately hang up the phone. He hands me my shirt and leans in close.

"We'll have to continue this another time, yeah?" He says, resting a hand delicately on my waist for a moment. I can't help the smile that tugs on my lips,

"Yes." And he pulls away, pulling his shirt on over his head and I do the same. Damnit, Levi. This would've been a perfect night. So we're out the door and headed to the bar in no time.