What? “What?” I asked, voicing out my thoughts. The guy, Liam, tilted his head a little to his left, making him look hot and cute. He chuckled. “I'm introducing myself to you. I'm Liam.” he said, holding his hand out. Wow, his voice was husky, deep and definitely hot.
I stared at his hand, then acting as if interaction with a boy was something I was used to, I shook it. “Emily.” I said, not looking him the eye. I was scared to do so because I'm sure I'll go weak and melt in front of him.
“What brings you to this party?” Liam asked, now removing his hands from either side of me and leaning against the table like I am. He crossed his arms across his chest, and I gulped as I saw his muscles flex. “Uh, my friend is the host.” I answered. He looked at me. “Who is the host of the party?” he asked, looking around. I gave a sideways glance. “You mean, you went here but you didn't even try to know who's the host?” I asked. Why would someone even go to a party where he doesn't know anyone?
“It's an open party. Or so what a text from an unknown number told me.” he said. I can't believe this. A guy would actually believe a random text from an unknown number. “Is that how reckless guys are nowadays?” I asked him. His eyebrows shot up, looking at me in a daring manner. “What?” he asked, facing me. “I mean, you just believe a random text from an unknown number? What if that was a lie? What if someone just wanted to beat you up?” I said. I doubt anyone would want to beat up someone with a handsome face and a fit body, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
His lips curled into a smile. “I doubt anyone would want to do that.” He said, locking eyes with me. Was this guy trying to tell me that he was a big shot from where he came from? That everyone liked him? How conceited of him. But I guess I'm a hypocrite, because I'm somewhat like that. “I was messing with you,” he said, “I got the text from my friend.”
“Whatever.” I said, standing straight and making my way to the crowd. “Hey, wait.” Liam said, grasping my arm in his huge hand. “What?” I asked, whipping around. I don't even know why I was talking to him. Sure, he was hot and looked like a damn model but I didn't know him. “Dance with me.” He said. Some party mix was playing. “No thanks.” I said. “Come on, this is a party, after all.” he said, his eyes staring at me. I purposely tried to not look at his eyes, looking at the wall behind him, admiring the color. The feeling was uncomfortable, as if he wanted me to just give in.
But in the end, I glanced at his eyes and saw them glinting. The black that outlined his hazel eyes seemed to get thicker, making him look more and more dangerous. But his touch was ironic to his look. His fingers caressed my knuckles, making it hard for me to think properly. “Okay.” I said, a little breathless. Why was I breathless?
He held my chin so I looked at his eyes. Then his hands crept down to reach mine and he pulled me into the sea of people as we maintained eye contact the whole time. I felt like I was in a trance, like I could hear nothing but my ragged breath and his steady breathing and the music. He whipped me around so my back was pressed against his chest, and his hands traveled down to my waist, keeping our hips in rhythm.
“So, where do you go?” Liam whispered in my ear. I did my best not to shiver when his lips grazed my ear. Get a hold of yourself. This is a one night dance. He won't remember you the next day, I thought to myself. “Thomas Iquinas. You?” I answered, focusing on the music instead of the feeling of his package against my butt. Her whirled me around, making me face him. “Ah. The high school. I'm from CGU.” he answered, wrapping his arms around me tighter. I placed my hands on his chest as he pulled me closer.
CGU? The CGU? The Christian Garrett University? Oh my, that's the best university here in my area.
“You're a college boy?” I asked, smiling. I've always had fantasies about having a relationship with a college boy, and here's my chance. Though I doubt that we'd see each other again after tonight. “A freshman. And you're a high school girl?” he asked, returning the question with a smile as well. “I'm a senior.” I said, looking up to see is face. His smile had remained as he leaned down. “Well, at least you're not a junior, huh.” Liam muttered more to himself than to me. What did he mean?
“You know that saying? You only live once?” I asked him, not really moving to the beat of the song anymore. His eyebrows scrunched up, probably thinking where in the world did I get this topic when we're dancing. “Yeah.” He answered. I looked at his lips, then looked at his eyes. They grew darker, more dangerous and mischievous when they realized what I wanted to do, and he smirked.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head lower as I raised mine. My lips met his and I closed my eyes at the sensation. He was aggressive but not hurtful, and his hands lined the shape of my body, making me feel ticklish. The feeling, mixed with the kiss, was indescribable.
The kiss deepened, and soon he was asking for entrance. He bit my lip lightly, and I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. The game of lips and tongues escalated, the passion growing more every second. Lips were hungry for more of whatever they were feeling.
I was feeling lightheaded and my stomach was churning. When we separated, that was the only time I realized I was feeling lightheaded because of lack of air. He kept his hands on my waist as we took a moment after the kiss. “Come with me.” I said. I felt like I was in a trance, unable to take control of whatever I was doing at the moment.
I led Liam upstairs, where there weren't as much people compared to downstairs. As soon as we reached the less nosy hallway on the second floor, I kissed him again, feeling the need to do so. I felt like being in control so I pushed him by the wall and continued to kiss him. Way to go. You haven't even kissed anyone and here you are, about to make out with a boy you barely know, a voice in my head said. But I ignored it. I was a little drunk tonight and feeling adventurous.
It didn't seem like Liam was one to surrender to a stronger person, let alone a girl. He took full control of the situation, turning us around so I was the one trapped in his arms again. “You're... quite good at kissing.” Liam said throatily, lowering his head to my neck. His lips grazed my collarbone, making me close my eyes in pleasure. “Thanks, I guess. It was my first time.” I said, holding a moan in as he planted wet kisses on my skin and waited for a reaction. It wasn't long before it came. Liam had suddenly stopped in an area on my neck but continued as if he hadn't heard what I just said.
“You mean... you've never had sex.” Liam said, more like a statement that a question. His head remained on my neck, but I could feel his lips traveling lower. I gulped. “Yeah.” I said, admitting it to him. I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled quietly. “Let me be the first.” he said, before he sucked on a sweet spot on my chest. I couldn't help it, I moaned. “First what?” I asked, not fully concentrating. Liam pulled his lips away and placed them on my ear.
“I'll be the one to take away your virginity, you just wait for it. So from now on, you're mine.” Liam whispered, sucking on the spot on more time. He smiled, looking at my chest before leaving me. I felt the area he just kissed and felt a hickey coming.
Author's note:
hey guys so what do you think about it so far?
