What Was Taken

5 | Challenged

5 | Challenged

If I didn't know better, I'd say this was—is—all my fault. He had to be late because of me. He wasn't here on time because of how harsh I was being towards him, so distant. I told myself that I could forget about the whole situation but I couldn't. I knew better to lie to myself and him.

I watched as cars passed, none being his for at least ten minutes and that was enough to make my heart grow tender. But when I did finally see his car being parked on my driveway, my heart fluttered. I tried to not smile but it didn't work.

A small frown laid on his handsome face as he made his way towards me in big steps. "I'm so sorry, Sweetness. My dad—"

And he didn't even get to finish because I was already jumping in his arms with my lips smashed against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I stood on my toes, giving him a hard and long kiss, hoping that he could sense my emotions. My apology.

Maybe kissing him senseless and out of nowhere wasn't such a good idea, but I just couldn't help myself.

When my lips smashed against his, there was no hesitation at all. Not one bit of that.

The second my lips touched his, they parted, allowing great access for him to give my lips the same sensations he was giving me the last time we kissed, only there was much more feelings laced into this kiss.

He was sorry and I was too. We were both trying to tell each other how bad we felt about what we've done—which I'm sure we were being too dramatic about. Especially me—and I'd be lying if I didn't say that after every intense kiss, I didn't moan.

It was impossible to not feel such things with his lips.

I felt myself dissolve under his touch when his hand slithered under my shirt to touch my bare and sensitive skin. I shivered when his hand remained against my skin, his thumb caressing.

I slowly pulled away, our breaths catching up to stabilize. Looking into his silver eyes, I sighed.

"I shouldn't have been so tough on you earlier, Ray,"  My forehead leaned against his as I began to speak softly. "I'm sorry."

He smiled warmly, his lips lightly brushing against mine. "Don't be sorry about that, Sweetness. I know what I'm getting into by being your boyfriend."

I froze, my body tensing as my eyes go wide. Boyfriend? He was my boyfriend now?

I leaned back to look at him, my pulse quickening. "What?"

He smirked, leaning to the side to whisper something into my ear. "You heard me, Sweetness. I'm your boyfriend now, just like you're my girlfriend."

I swallowed, not only because his breath was tickling my sensitive skin but because I've never even been labeled as someone's girlfriend. I've never even been in a relationship with someone, which only made it worse. And now that I thought about it, he was my first fucking kiss.

Un-fucking-believable.

When I didn't answer, his hand touched my cheek. "I totally understand if you aren't ready for this, Sweetness." He leaned closer, his lips lightly brushing mine. "Even though I'm desperate to be called yours."

When I had the strength to pull away from him, I sighed and kept my composure. "I wasn't expecting that. But you were going to say something before I interrupted you, what were you going to say?"