The Mighty Fall In Love

Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN




As Pete staggers back, I stay frozen in shock.




What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do? How do I make him believe me?




All these questions pop into my head at the same time and confuse me even more.




Pete looks vulnerable as he cowers away from me, trying to keep his distance, obviously not aware that I was coming to bombard him. His hood is still over his head and his hands are now stuffed in his pockets. His face is softer than the last time we were face to face and there's a certain shimmer in his eyes. Maybe we can work through this after all.




The first thought that comes to mind is, "Kiss him," and so I do.




I close the gap between us, cup my hands around his face, and kiss him deeply. He goes limp beneath my touch and I feel his hands leave his pockets to wrap around my waist and pull me closer. I take this as a sign of forgiveness and begin to feel relieved.




Pete's soft yet almost timid touch electrifies my body and makes my heart pound faster, longingly. His lips are full and warm, and fit perfectly with mine as we press together.




Too soon, though, he pushes me away with strong arms. I only stagger back a couple paces, catch myself, and stand straight to look him in the eyes.




"Is this what you want?" he whispers, looking at my shoes, avoiding my gaze. "Are you sure?"




I take the two steps and stand directly in front of him, pressing my forehead against his.




His breathing is shaky and catches when I put my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me.




"Yes," I breathe. "I'm sure."




I take a pause; worry forming a pit in my stomach.




"Is this what you want?" I ask barely audibly.




"Fuck yeah," he replies before pulling our foreheads apart and crashing his lips into mine.




We kiss and I know this is what I want. The weight of his body leaning against me. The taste of his tongue and the way it plays with mine. The way his hands twist around my hair. The way each time we pulls back to take a breath of air he breathes me in.




I love everything about this man, and there's nothing in the world I'd trade for it.




Soon, our bodies move against each other in the familiar rhythm we've fell into. I push him against the wardrobe and my hands slide underneath his sweater to his bare skin.




Pete moans and a small smile forms at my lips. Before things get too out of hand, there's banging on the door.




"Guys!" Joe yells from behind the door. "We're opening up in three, two, one..."




Pete and I don't even try to pull away from each other quickly or break the kiss; instead, we settle with stopping the movement of our grinding bodies and reluctantly slipping our tongues back into our own mouths.




I hear the door open from behind me and Andy scoffs.




"Fuck guys," he whispers.




That reaction makes me chuckle against Pete's soft lips and I pull back a little ways to bite hard on Pete's bottom lip, just like I know he likes it.




Pete moans in pleasure and Joe grimaces.




"Fucking teenagers, I swear to god..."




I pull back and both Pete and I start laughing. I slide my hands out from under his hoodie as he takes his away from my neck. Pete's smile lights up his face and his eyes twinkle. My heart flutters at the sight of him being happy again and I'm so relieved he's forgiven me.




I turn towards Andy and Joe, and Pete puts his arm around my shoulder. I smile at them and lean into Pete.




"What's up?" I ask nonchalantly, beaming.




"Everything fixed?" Andy asks. He looks amused at the sight of Pete and I together again, but almost guilty. "Looks like it..."




"Yeah," Pete says. "Everything's great."




Pete looks over at me and pecks me on the forehead.




"Cool," Joe says, taking the role of mediator. "Guess what? We're ahead of schedule so we're gonna be stopping at a hotel soon, if that's cool with you."




I slip my hand behind Pete's back and pinch his tight little butt through the fabric of his pajama pants. He jerks forward at the pinch and Andy and Joe give us quizzical looks.




"Sure!" I answer. "Sounds perfect."




"Sweet," Joe replies. "Bob said it'll be about ten minutes."




"Awesome, thanks!"




Andy and Joe turn and leave the room, Andy shutting it closed with a look of indifference on his face.




"Ten minutes and you'll be mine to do what I want with," Pete breaths into my ear, voice low and seductive.




I smile and nuzzle my head into his shoulder.




"I love you, you know," I say.




"I know, and..." Pete pauses, slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him. "You know, that..." at the last second his hand drops to my butt and pinches me hard.




"Holy smokes!" I scream, taken off guard.




Pete laughs loudly as I shake my head.




"Payback's a bitch," he tells me, winking.




I join in with him, put my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately.




The moment is perfect. We're perfect.




And I'm taken aback by how much I love Pete Wentz.