Mistakes [Second Book]

thirty eight ;)

Daniel's POV

As soon as Shane's chapped lips are attached to my soft ones, I feel almost as if I've been put under a spell. All fear of being touched has dissipated as I tangle my fingers into his messy hair. The kiss stops and Shane looks at me before I position myself so I'm on my back. Shane climbs on top of me. Our clothed chests are pressed tightly together and my bare legs run against his jeans.

Shane reaches his hand down, fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans, before sliding the material down his legs. He kicks them to the side and dives back in, soft meeting rough. The feeling is all too familiar, but I refuse to think of it.

As I tug on Shane's hair gently, a low groan slips through his lips and into the kiss. I buck my hips so they meet up with his, our groins colliding gently in a pleasurable occurrence. Something hard is pressed against my thigh as I smirk slightly into the kiss. You're drunk, Daniel. My subconscious reminds me, but I ignore it.

I suddenly feel Shane's tongue slip into my mouth, no question as to who is dominating. His tongue explores my mouth (Dora?) before finding mine, our tongues dancing together sloppily. This kiss isn't passionate or full of love, it's needy. Lustful. It feels as if I'm committing a crime, and maybe that's why I continue to kiss this boy.

A hand slips under my shirt and almost on demand I lift my arms and allow Shane to slip my shirt off. I do the same for him, pulling him back to me immediately afterwards. The friction between out erections intensifies and I feel myself swallowing down moans. The feeling is almost foreign to me, as I'm used to only one person touching me in such an intimate way. As soon as the thought enters my mind, I feel the contents of my stomach rising up and into my mouth. I immediately break away from the kiss and run to find the bathroom, pleased that it's very close by.

As I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I feel soft hands grip my shoulders and thread through my hair.

"Daniel are you okay? You look pale as a ghost!" Shane exclaims, concern lacing his voice.

I wipe my mouth, rinsing my mouth out quickly and turning to look at Shane.

"I need to go home. Do you know anyone who hasn't consumed any alcohol?" I slur, stumbling as I stand. Shane runs to my side to aid me and he leads me to the room, dressing me and himself, before taking us down the stairs.

We wander around and Shane seems to be looking for someone specific as we walk.

"Ah, there she is!" Shane exclaims, pulling me towards someone. As I look up, I feel myself growing even more pale than before.

"Hello there, Danny boy." Cat greets me, flashing me that evil smile of hers.

"H-Hi," I stutter in response, fighting the tears that are now pricking my eyes.

Shane and Cat begin discussing something, but I find myself too caught off guard to listen. She is evil, I want to leave immediately and get away from her.

"Daniel? Did you hear me?" Shane asks, waving his hand in front of my face. I shake my head and he nods before repeating himself.

"Cat will take you home." Shane states before walking away, leaving me with the devil herself.

"I've been awaiting this moment, you little bitch." Cat snarls, grabbing onto me and dragging me out to her car.

(a/n: just to be clear, in no way is Shane supposed to be portrayed as an "evil" character. I love the shit out of Shane and it bothers me when people always assume he's going to be the bad guy.)