Intoxicated

Five

I don't realize what I'm doing. Not in this state. But the second his lips are touching mine, I gasp at the feeling. A rush of electricity rushes through my entire body. I can feel the buzz from the tips of my fingers to the curl in my toes.

I want to pull him closer but before I can Dave is pulling away. He still has me pinned against the wall but his hold his looser.

When he pulls away, his caramel eyes are no longer blazing with anger but they're confused and bewildered by what I'd just done.

I reached for him again. Not ready to give up. I wanted to feel it again. That feeling of absolute electricity, fire, burning me to my core.

His one hand lifts to capture my reaching one by the wrist.

Dave looks at our connected hands with utter shock and then I wonder if I'm the only one who'd felt whatever that was when I'd kissed him. Was it possible for only one person to feel all that spark?

He took a step back and I could feel my face growing hot. Reality came closing in. Of course he wouldn't kiss me back. Of course I didn't stand a chance. He was practically right off a page in a magazine and I was just, well, me.

"We can't." He said quietly, letting go of my hand.

I was looking anywhere but at him. I felt so stupid. He had said I wasn't his type, hadn't he? What did I think kissing him would do? He would suddenly like me?

I could feel his eyes still on me and if I stayed against this wall any longer, I would probably end up crying.

Of course the first guy I had any interest in would reject me.

"Lyla." He called when I pushed past him and towards the door. I didn't care if I was in a Brooklyn. I would hail a cab and go back to the dorm. I would not stay here, not when I was so clearly unwanted.

I could taste a metallic, almost penny-like flavor in my mouth and I knew either I was going to throw up because I just felt so stupid or I was going to cry. By the way the back of my eyes were pinching, I was certain I was going to cry.

"Lyla, where the hell are you going?" The anger in his voice was back again but this time it didn't intrigue me or make want to yell back. I just wanted to escape him and what I'd just done.

I grabbed my duffel bag and kept walking to the door, bending to grab my shoes once I'd reached it.

When I turned the knob and pulled the door just an inch, Dave's hand slammed it shut.

I turned to face him, ready to yell at him for being an annoying prick and for treating me like a prisoner but all I could do was gasp because when I turned, instead of angry, dark eyes, I was met with warm lips.

Before my mind could catch up with what was happening, my body reacted and the bag and shoes fell from my hands. Dave pinned me against the red, metal door, his body pressing against me as his hands pinned mine over my head.

The feeling was amazing. It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of me but instead of gasping for air, I was gasping for him. For Dave.

While one hand, kept mine securely over the top of my head, the other wrapped around my thigh and raised it so it was wrapped around his hips.

"We shouldn't." He said, pulling on my lower lip with just his teeth. I gasped in response.

All I could think was, "we should we should we should". I'd never experienced anything like this before. This kind of tension - this kind of kiss.

I wished I could wrap my arms around him, pull him closer to me but to my disappointment, my hands were firmly over the top of my head and too far to reach him.