inseparable

Chapter 8

Mitch's POV

As our kiss developed we realized people were staring at us. We also realized that we were blocking the way so the staff wasn't able to get everyone their food. We also started getting uncomfortable standing up.

"Maybe we should get out of here" I said, completely out of breathe. This boy left me speechless.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea", Scott replied and started picking up his wallet.

With a slightly annoyed, but very decisive tone I said "You're not paying".

"Mitch, I just want to get out of here so I can continue kissing you. Just let me pay, you can pay me back later." I wasn't sure if he meant cash or something else with that.

I was kinda hoping both.

With a sigh I agreed and we started leaving the restaurant completely inseparable. I never wanted to stop kissing him.

Though everything good comes to end and we got in to the car and Scott started driving. And he started driving fast.

Someone was impatient.

And I'm not only talking about me here.

While he was driving he looked at me as often as he possibly could. My eyes were completely glued to him. His hand rested on my legs for the entire ride, and neither of us said one single word. We didn't talk about what we both knew was going to happen. We didn't open our mouths once.

Expect from when we realized we didn't know where to go.

"Scott, where are we gonna go? Your parents are home and so are mine. Where are you driving?"

Scott mumbled a quiet "shit". I nodded, agreeing with him.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and it literally looked like a bright tiny lamp appeared over his head. "I got an idea", he said as he started driving even faster.

I didn't reply, instead I looked at the road for the first time during the ride. I looked around me and I realized that we were basically headed out towards nothing. But for some weird reason, I didn't panic. I felt safe now that I was with Scott. I hadn't really felt safe since he disappeared from my life. I trusted him with my whole heart.

Though when he stopped the car, I did start getting nervous at first. We were literally in the middle of nowhere and the only thing showing was the dark night and the trees. And Scott, whose face was lit up by light from the car.

The silence started getting louder and I felt an insane need to say something. I also felt an insane need to kiss him, but I didn't know how.

Scott looked nervous and insecure, unsure of himself as well. I felt the urge to comfort him, to touch his pretty face, to touch his entire body.

And so I did.

I started with bringing my hand to his beautiful face. I patted his cheeks and slowly but surely, he looked at me. For a moment we just sat there staring in to each other's eyes, completely lost in each other's presence. Scott whispered "you're beautiful", and I whispered it back.

His lips started getting closer to mine and when our lips touched for the second time that night I thought I was going to explode. When he kissed me I felt so many things coming to place at once. When I kissed him I felt things coming to place in his world too.

I pushed away for a second and Scott looked nervous. "Hey, I just wanted to see your pretty face. I also wanted to tell you that it's most likely going to get really uncomfortable sitting in the front seats and I really think we should move." The nervous look on Scott's face instantly disappeared and was replaced with a huge grin.

"Good idea", he replied with a smirk and we both leave our front seats as fast as possible, running in to the car quickly again.

When we finally made it to the back of the car, I immediately kissed him. I kissed him with an intense lust, and I'm not sure if I've ever wanted someone as much as I wanted him in that moment. I moved my lips down to his neck, making sure to leave a mark. Just a small one that could easily be covered though, I wasn't going to be that mean during christmas time. I nibbled at the tip of his ear and a soft moan slipped from his mouth. His hands started wandering down my back, under my shirt, eager to get it off of me. 

As soon as it was off he started sucking my nipple harshly, twirling his tongue around it in the most exquisite  way possible. 

Shortly his hands started reaching my ass as his tongue reached my other nipple. God, it felt amazing. His strong, gorgeous hands touching my small, pretty ass, while his tongue did magic to my nipples? I was on cloud nine.

You'd think that I would've continued with this filth. I thought I would too, until I realized that one, Scott, my old best friend, was the one touching my ass. And two, I used to be a sex addict and I sure as hell wasn't going to give up all my great progress to have sex in the back of a carseat after one date. 

There was also a glimt of hope inside of me, 

Still though, his hands felt good. His lips had now reached my collarbone and he sucked hard, probably leaving a bigger mark than the one I had left earlier. I let out a breathy moan and then I decided to stick with my principles, even though my crotch told me otherwise, and I told him to stop.

As the gentleman he is, he stopped immediately. "Shit, did I do something wrong? Was I too fast? I'm sorry Mitch, I-", I stopped him by pressing my lips to his, and a cute flustered breathe escaped from his delightful mouth. I couldn't believe that the lips I had seen so many times, whether it had been singing, kissing boyfriends or talking, where on my lips. I couldn't believe how much I liked it. It all seemed a little too much.

"Babe, don't worry. I just kind of think we shouldn't have sex tonight. Especially not here. It's not that I don't want to, but I have to think before I fuck nowadays, and I'm sorry." 

He looked at me with eyes as blue as the ocean. Even in the dark you could see them shining.

Then the world stopped.

First he kissed my lips. 

Second my cheek.

Third my neck.

He kissed my arms, my legs, my stomach.

He pressed his lips against every tiny piece of skin he could find.

He took my hands in his and he kissed all of my fingers. 

He brought his hands to my cheeks, kissing my lips once more, blue eyes staring in to my brown eyes. 

He didn't say a lot. I didn't either. I started crying, overwhelmed with being treated well and with the beauty of the man in front of me. Usually I would've felt embarrassed about crying during such an intimate moment, but I wasn't ashamed. I didn't understand how easily I fell for him now that he was back, and I didn't understand why I had never fallen back then. Maybe we didn't need each other in the same way we did now.

I never knew if I believed that things happened for a reason, but when the blonde beautiful guy whispered that he loved me, I believed it with my whole heart.