Brandon & Callie

Interaction

The sunlight coming from the window begins to irritate me. It's shining straight in my eyes no matter how I move.

I turn around and finally open my eyes to see Brandon..by the window....with a flashlight?...now I know why I couldn't escape the bright light, BECAUSE IT WAS FOLLOWING ME!

I get out of bed while rubbing my eyes and walk angrily toward this lunatic.

I try to sound as calm as I can. "What's you're problem moron I'm trying to sleep and you feel the need to shine a flashlight directly at me!?! Are you on drugs!?"... I said I would try.

He sets the flashlight down on the table. I sense amusement from him. A smirk appears on his face, as I guessed. I don't know what comes over me when I see him like this, as if he is playing me, luring me into his trick. All the anger that I had diminishes quickly, I feel nothing towards him anymore. I feel nothing but...I don't know what, but I'm afraid to find out.

I stand firm, not amused of his games,
" for once can you actually speak to me, rather than just giving those facial expressions?"

He opens his mouth to respond. Finally. " you don't like when I smile at you Callie? You blush every time I do."

Embarrassment rushes over me. "No I don't!" Do I?

He laughs walking away from me, obviously satisfied with how this situation played. He is mistaken if he thinks I'll be making a fool of.

I turn around to confront him. "Hey come back he--" I'm silenced.

We are inches apart. His eyes are on mine and mine are on his. My heartbeat rises each breath that is exhaled, exhaled from the mouth of Brandon, which is so close..all I have to do is lean in and....

"You were saying?" Brandon's voice snaps me out of my daze. Hopefully it was only a daze and not something I was actually doing.

"Huh?" I say confused. "Oh..I guess I forgot." I force out a laugh.

  He is silent. No smirk, no movement whatsoever. Brandon's eyes reveals he is focused on something, focused on me. The intensity builds between us, and the feeling of want grows inside me.

Suddenly Brandon's eyes become soft; intimate. He wants something as well, and I find him leaning in closer and closer trying to get it. I feel the hands come upon my hips. They slide across my back locking together, and pull me in to eliminate the remaining space between me and Brandon. I don't do anything, let him control me, that's all I can do. I'm in shock. Next thing I feel is his soft lips carefully touch mine, this interaction was all the motivation I needed. My desire is what is leading me now. I pull back and look at him briefly, and now more confident in myself I lay my hands on his cheeks and pull him in. I kiss him more steadily, feeling sparks up my spine each time I go in for more. Brandon holds me tightly, not letting any space come between us.

I grasp his head, digging into his thick hair. I push his his lips into mine even more, wanting as much as I can have. The once careful kiss turns aggressive, and instantly I realize he has been waiting for this; for me.

I'm lifted up, for a quick brief moment I can see Brandon's eyes dart form the dresser to the bed. He moves towards the bed. His body clashes hard against mine as we make impact on the sheets. We are lost in each other, both starving for more.

After every kiss, my fear grows that it might be the last. I don't want it to end, I need it to continue. I've never felt so confident, and nothing ever felt so right  Brandon fulfills me in a way that only he can accomplish.

I enjoy the feel of his lips over mine, and the warmth of his body pressing against mine. His hands are persistently gliding against my skin so perfectly, goosebumps arise on it.

The alarm on my clock blares loudly in my ears. I open my eyes slowly only to see that I'm in a bed. Alone. Brandon is in the other bed sleeping soundlessly. Everything is just how it was last night. Disappointment forms in the pit of my stomach. I turn off the alarm, not wanting to hear the sound that brought me out of my fantasy.