Chasing Love

Chapter 4

One time, at a party, I didn't kiss my boyfriend's best friend. I actually made out with him.  

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The kiss I shared with Adam was undoubtedly the best kiss I ever had. It wasn't hot and needy, nor was slow and loving.  

It was just perfect.  

His hands were on both of my cheeks and when he actually kissed me I realized how badly I had wanted this.  

At first, it was like he was testing the waters with me; he was hesitant and maybe even scared but he quickly realized that I wasn't against this one bit.  

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I couldn't help but think about how right this all felt. As he moved his lips against mine, and I moved mine back against his, I became so glad that he was holding me because otherwise I would've floated off. His kiss was making me feel light and airy and there was no doubt in my mind that I felt sparks.  

"Thirty!"  

My hands all but shot out and tangled themselves in Adam's hair. It was curly and soft; almost as soft as his lips.  

Adam deepened the kiss and I held back a soft moan that he might've appreciated under different circumstances.  

We were probably hovering over forty-five seconds now and I knew that if I didn't pick Adam I would look very bad.  

But at the same time, this stupid, foolish side of me didn't want to make it seem like I thought it was Dylan. I wanted everyone to know that I was fully aware that this person, who I so loved kissing, was not my boyfriend.  

But what I wanted most was for Adam to know that I knew it was him.  

So I did something extremely stupid. Pulling away from Adam, I kept our faces close together and low.  

My heart thrashed at an irrational rate and for a split second I thought against my plan. Adam didn't like me. There was no way... 

My thoughts clashed in my head but I didn't have the time to think it through. So, I followed my crazed heart and reached over to Adam's ear and whispered so quietly, so that no one else would hear, "Adam, I know it's you."  

Then I raised my hand.  

What I wasn't expecting, however, was for Adam to kiss me one last time.

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I was still dazed when I took off the blindfold. Now I understood the expression of feeling 'high' after a kiss. It was inexplicably wonderful.  

But when I caught sight of Dylan, the feeling came to a screeching halt. My boyfriend looked devastated, hurt, mad, and a number of other not-so-positive emotions. And Adam was going straight towards, leaving me standing in the middle of the room dumbfounded. 

The whole scene seemed to play out in front of me in slow motion. Dylan hit Adam's chest, causing him to take a few steps back.

Please don't fight, I prayed. Please don't fight.

Adam held his hands out as if to say 'stop'. Dylan looking more pissed than anything else, began speaking quickly and angrily at him. For the first time ever, Adam looked completely serious and somber.

In the pit of my stomach I had a sickening feeling that grew exponentially as they both turned their heads towards me and Dylan beckoned me over. 

That's when I realized that this was not going to blow over, and probably never going to end well. I was screwed.