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06 - zephyr

[ just a kiss ]
lady antebellum
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—six—

zephyr

BELLE HASTINGS NEVER failed to surprise me.

I quaffed tons of beer and hypothetically speaking, I thought she would be knocked off first before I do. But I was woozy now, resting my head on the sofa, unfit to comprehend articulated thoughts. Belle, on the other hand, played some video game I had no clue what was about for I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Unreal.

"You're no fun!" she squawked, clearly speaking to me. I didn't know how she managed to talk straight while I couldn't even make a single word at the moment. She was already drunk, too, I could tell. She was rather beetroot red now, and her laughs were extra loud tonight. Belle just knew how to handle herself really well.

Belle sighed, sitting next to me. "I can still remember my name," she muttered. "Did you put water in my drink?" With eyebrows knitting and a pitch-black sight, I could only shake my head.

"I still want to get shitfaced but we're already out of beer!" she kvetched, in fits of crazy chuckles. Yup, that was my cue.

"We should get some sleep," I slurred, drooping my head in between my legs.

"Yeah, I guess so, too," she replied, glumly, "you look like crap."

Belle slung my arm around her shoulders, standing up with me in tow with all her might. My knees wobbled, though, dragging her with me back on the floor. In an attempt to drag ourselves to my room, she crouched in front of me, carrying me on her back.

She had been successful to bring my pickled ass inside my room, but not after some series of bumps and humps along the way. Just as we reached my bed at an arm's length away, so as her will-power started to go down the drain. So in the end, Belle had to drag my boulder of a body until she managed to haul me to my bed.

"Night," I said when I felt her warmth beside me. With no second thoughts and probably because of the alcohol, I instinctively tugged the hem of her shirt, pressing her close to me, and she stiffened beneath my touch. Even under the influence, she could still cause a turmoil in my stomach.

She did the least thing I expected. Belle smacked a kiss on my lips, and while fleeting, I didn't miss the taste of her lips; hers were soft and sweet like saccharine. She was reeking of alcohol, though it was the least of my concern.

An intoxicated groan escaped, which was positively mine. And without actually helping it, I crashed my lips to hers once more, tasting the beer's residue on the rim of her mouth. It started out gentle and with care like I was holding a porcelain doll, handling her with kid gloves. Delicate and breakable.

I had been waiting for this for so long. It was like I had been traveling for miles on end and here I was...feeling as though I had reached the finish line, and from there, I could tell that I was already breathless.

My hand roamed down her back, sliding my fingers under her shirt, and I didn't miss the way she'd caught her breath at my touch. Her skin felt like it was on fire, ricocheting a high-voltage, electrifying my senses. It was just mind-blowing.

My heart was beating so fast and so loud now pumping on so many levels like it couldn't be bothered to reach any levels anymore. And there was this...there was this excited lump in my throat, like butterflies trying to break out of my mouth.

It was an exhilarating moment that it hurt too much, but it the was kind of ache that was, without a doubt, incredibly palliating. I tilted my head aside to deepen the kiss, caging her face so I could angle hers that would put us into the right position as those of missing puzzles that needed to be put back together. And as we locked the air tightly between us, I swear it seemed like we were these shattered pieces that meant to fit to mend what was once broken.