KURT'S POV
"Kurt..."
My eyes widened in shock, as she strolled towards me, eyes hazy with lust. I took a step back, then another, finally halting into a stop as my legs collided with the edge of my bed.
"It's been 7 years, Kurt.."
Closer, each step she made, gaps between us inching and pulling us together. Her soft and nimble hands found their way to the base of my neck, later on to cup the sides of my face. Before I could stop anything from happening, her soft lips pressed against mine. I moaned softly, as she nibbled on my bottom lip.
"You wanted this, after so long, didn't you?.."
Slowly, her hands found themselves tangled up in my hair, lips never leaving each other. I sat down on the bed, her resting on my lap, as we continued on with our make-out scene. I sighed in complete bliss as she unbuttoned my shirt, hands expertly touching all the sensitive parts of my body. Our lips battled for dominance, as I started gaining the upper hand.
"I missed you.."
I decided to take over our position, carefully lifting her from the ground then gently lowering her onto the bed, towering over her body with mine, as I leaned down and claimed her lips once more. She moaned in satisfaction as my lips started latching itself onto her sensitive skin, just below her earlobe, urging me to continue. My hands then tentatively started touching her in all places, from the nape of her neck, to her upper thighs. Before I lose control of myself, I finally manged to asked her with a breathy tone.
"Are you sure about this?"
"I'm sure.."
"Promise me you won't regret this? You can still turn back now."
She cupped my face with both her hands, eyes previously hazed by desire now clouded with so much love and affection, tears starting to form.
"If there's one thing I'd regret, it'd be doing this with someone who's not you."
That's when everything turned black.
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"AHH!"
My eyes snapped open as I realized what I just dreamt about. I noticed I was sweating a lot.
"HOLY SHIT. What the fuck was that?!" I groaned, as I placed my head in both my hands, trying to comprehend the dream I just had.
'Damn, I think I'm having a hangover..' I thought to myself, as I remembered the sleep over party I held in my bed last night.
I heard a noise from under my bed.
"You okay, bro?" The familiar voice of one of my colleagues in college ringed.
"Yeah, I guess.." I replied, looking away.
"You sure? Why do you look like as if you've just had sex?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"What?" I frowned in confusion.
"Dude, look at yourself in the mirror," He pointed towards the bathroom.
I briskly wobbled toward the bathroom. Reaching there, I quickly inspected myself, realizing that I looked as if I really did screw someone.
"Shit.." I placed my hands on the sink, hangover still intact.
I decided to take a shower, to clear my head off of other stuff. After 10 minutes, I stepped out feeling refreshed, lemon scent filled the air.
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Lingering Feelings of Regret
Teen FictionKurt's now in college, being a medical student and all. He has his two best friends, Nathan and Lander by his back. 'He's a good lad', as other people have mentioned him. His life was going smoothly. Plus, he was to be engaged to a childhood friend...
