Push. //Jai Courtney Fanfiction

twenty-six

Jai

March 16th:

"I'm so in love with you," Ayla whispers, and then looks away.

I can practically feel my heart growing inside my chest. I walk close to her and take her face in my hands. Her eyes are glistening, but not from sadness.

"Ayla. I dream about you every night. Your mind. Your face. Your lips. Every part of you," I say glancing at them, tracing her lower lip with my right thumb.

"I miss you every second that you're away from me. It is so hard to fight these feelings when I'm around you. I can barely contain it. I'm falling more in love with you every single day."

Her eyes close as she smiles the most beautiful smile, placing her hands on my chest.

"Please be with me," is all I can say, because the urge to kiss her has taken over.

And that's just what I do. My lips melt into hers. I've waited too long for a kiss like this.

Her lips are the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. I can't get enough. I don't want it to end. Not wanting to go over the line, I barely avoid using my tongue. And it seems she has the same idea. Her open mouth simply tangles with mine.

Her hands have made their way around my waist and she's holding me so tightly, as if she's afraid to let go. Then I feel a tear touch my lip, and she pulls away even though I try not to let her.

Looking into her lustful eyes, I wipe that fallen tear away.

"We... We have to stop. You can't keep kissing me like this," she says, her grip on me still strong.

"I have to."

"No... I mean not here. Not like this."

She's right, but before I let her go completely away from me, I taste her lips one more time. I pull back before she can fight it. Although with the way she kissed me back, I don't think she would have.

"Come on. We should, um... We should head back," she says, sliding her hands down my sides.

I can tell that she doesn't want this to end. I slip my hand down, intertwining my fingers with hers. She squeezes back.

Mine.

* * *

Our walk back to the hotel was great. We didn't say a word to each other. Both of our hearts were pretty much out on our sleeves; We didn't need to speak.

When we got back to our rooms, Ayla used her key to open the door and I followed. She stopped when she got inside.

"It's empty. Where are they?"

She walked over to the door that connected both of our rooms, trying to open. Much to her surprise, it was unlocked. As we peered in, we noticed Joel and Amanda passed out on one bed, and Kate and Dylan on the other. And I mean, passed out. They must have drank more after we left, because all four of them were still completely dressed, but clearly comfortably splayed across those beds.

We both chuckled.

"Good, thank God they're all safe," Ayla said turning to me.

"Do you need to grab something to sleep in?" she asks me.

"Good call," I say, making my way over to my bag, quietly pulling out a pair of shorts.

When I come back into the other room, I see Ayla standing there in a tank top and pulling up a pair of shorts. As soon as she saw me, she motioned to the bed.