Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

17 - What The Hell....

XXX - I know some of you have been waiting for this. So, here goes nothing. (  this is for you. LOL)

Notice him? He wants me to notice him? Why would he fuckin' want that? And what the fuck. Who would fail to notice him when his hand is squeezing my thigh and his lips are coming closer...an inch....centimeters...and....BAM. 

Just like that. In a split of a second, I find myself in the same situation as two weeks ago. I'm freakin' kissing him back and I'm liking the feeling of his soft lips moving on mine. Lara's crying voice is drowned by his soft moans and mine. 

I feel every cell in my body react, moving faster, making me feel hotter, quick. More so, when his hand that is on my thigh moves, inching its way closer to my core. His other hand is on my cheek and neck, guiding my face, his fingers caressing my skin. 

SNAP! 

I push him away as quickly as I could while I'm still thinking. I take the mug of beer and chug all the alcohol in my mouth. "This is not happening again Mark. For fuck's sake. Stay at the other side of the table." I command, kicking the foot of his chair.

But, unlike last time, he stays calm. He just chuckles and orders another round for the both of us, finishing his beer as well. 

Just as if nothing earlier has happened, he pops fish sticks in his mouth and leans back on his chair. "Are you loving your new room?"

Glad that we're back to normal conversation, I sigh in relief. "Yup. I like being alone." 

"So nobody would see you crying?" He laughs. 

"I don't cry that much, Twain." I'm back to being annoyed that he's here. "It just so happened that a lot of things have been happening lately." I say honestly, taking a big bite of my burger to stop myself from crying as thoughts of those times come to my mind again. 

"Hey!" He flicks my forehead. "Why do you always cry to Junior and not to me?" He looks really curious when I turn to see him. He's elbow is on the table, and his head is perched on his hand that his face is right in front of mine. 

I quickly look away. "Didn't I tell you to move over there?" I point at the space across the table. 

"Why?" He teases me more, leaning even nearer. "Cause you might want to kiss me again?"

What the fuck. Why is he being like this all of a sudden? What's with him? 

Before I can resist or say anything, his lips are, once again, on mine. "I can't stop myself when you lick your lips like that," he whispers in my mouth. "Would you want me to stop?" 

NO.....YES....NO.... "Y...Y...Y...e....s...s." 

He leans back, studying my flustered face. "Why are you stuttering, Cristina? What do I make you feel when I kiss you?" His finger goes to my cheek, then it slowly goes to my lips. He moves it from side to side. My mouth becoming dry, my cheeks burn. His eyes look into mine. "Do you want me to do it again?"

No words come out of my mouth. His finger is still on my lips and I'm afraid that if I part them, it'd go straight inside and I'm gonna say 'YES'. I can't even shake my head. I just stare back at those eyes full of lust. 

What is he doing to me? Why can't I even react to this guy at this time? Before, with other boys, I would usually dominate the situation so I could stop myself when I need to. But now, I can't even stop my thoughts from running wild. 

I want him to kiss me. I want his hands on my body. I want to take him whole. Can I? Just tonight. Can I be rebellious and uncaring for now? 

I can't. But, I want to.