unexpected - b.w.s

57. Bright moon

"Come on Mags." He said, already way a head of me.

The dark water water scared me a little, it was cold, but Bradley kept on making me walk further. The water went to my bellybotton, but with him, it went right above the waistband of his boxers.

"I don't want to go any longer." I almost called. We had already walked quite a bit, but the water didn't go deep right away. It felt like we had to walk a long time 'til it was deeper. I didn't like the fact, that I couldn't see my feet.
"It's too dark."

Bradley turned around, suddenly walking towards me. His face became more and more clear to me. "Brad, what-" He quickly picked me up in a bridal style, walking fast with me further down.

I grabbed onto his neck. "No, Brad," I exclaimed. "Please, set me down." I tried to sound serious, but I couldn't help to laugh. He bit his lip, looking down at me. "Aww, is someone afraid of the dark." He said mockingly.

"Stop," I tried again, but it didn't sound convincing. He just chuckled at me. "Babe, what's to be afraid of?" He lowered his head to mine. "I'm here." He whispered.

It was getting deeper and deeper, and I soon couldn't handle it anymore. "Please, just..." He finally put me down, so we were standing in front of eachother.

Bradley let his head down in the water, bending back. He then pushed his dripping wet curls back.

I did the same, letting my hair in the salty water, then facing him again.

It was dark, but that wasn't what I thought of. It was cold, but that wasn't on my mind. Bradley was on my mind.

We just stayed in silence, watching each other, with the bright moon over us, and water around us.

His expression turned slightly into a frown. I could hear his heavy breathing, over the sound of the water. Little droplets kept rolling down from his face. So did there with mine. The only difference was that teardrops were also a part of it all.

Everything that happened was just so overwhelming. Everything just came to me, and it was too much for me.

"Don't hide from me." He said in a soft voice, not breaking the gaze.

"What?"

"I'm not stupid. I know you're crying." He sighed. I quickly wiped of my tears.

"Is it me?" He asked worried.

"I don't know." I quietly answered. I didn't know what I exactly was crying about, I guess it was just everything that has happened.

He stepped closer to me, bringing his hand up to my cheek, slowly caressing it with his thumb. "I'm sorry." He whispered. It was barely a whisper, but I heard it anyways.

His hand fell down to my waist, grabbing it lightly. It actually made me feel more secure, here in the darkness. Then he pulled me close to him. With no space between our bodies, he wrapped his arms all the way around my waist, hugging me. He layed his head on my shoulder, while I put my arms around him too.

Just standing there, with his arm around me, was all I wanted right now, all that mattered. I wanted to just forgive him, but deep down I couldn't. It really hurt me what he said, and I would just be too scared if it just happened again. Then I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.

He moved back a bit from the hug, but still keeping the closeness of our bodies. He looked at me, almost pouring his eyes out on me. He looked so pure and precious.

His face moved his head closer, our foreheads touching. His eyes travelled down my face. I could feel his breath onto my mouth, which reminded me of the party.

He closed his eyes, our noses were touching each other. His thumb brushed my waist slowly, making it feel slight tingly by his electrifying touch. My heart started pumping faster, and my breathing became uneven.

His head turned slightly, pressing his lips onto mine. I closed my eyes aswell, feeling the recognised feeling. He tightened his grip around me, starting to move his lips against mine, as I did the same. His lips were soft and smooth, creating light tingles on my lips.

He put his hand on the back of my thighs. "Jump." He breathed out, quickly creating space between our lips.  I placed my hands on his bare shoulders, doing as he said. I immediatly wrapped my legs around his torso. He let his eyes glance me from my bellybotton, and slowly all the way up to my eyes again.

"So fucking beautiful." He mumbled against my lips, as he yet again pressed his lips onto mine.

Somehow this felt natural. Like everything had to end like this. With the feeling of his lips on mine, his soft hand on my body. I placed my hands on the nape of his neck, weaving them into his wet curls. He hummed quietly against my lips.

This was so unexpected. I didn't know if it was a good idea to forgive him or not, but I wanted to. Sadly Brad pulled back from the kiss, and I looked at him. His lips were a bit more tinted and swollen from the movement they made. His breathing was heavy, but I guess I was just the same. Mostly surprised from the sudden move.

He moved his head close to me again, biting his lip. He closed his eyes, but I didn't know why he kept doing this. He didn't kiss me, he just breathed.

"Wanna go back?" He said softly. He moved mis head again, as I just nodded.

He intertwined our fingers again, walking in to the shoreline, while my thoughts were almost exploding my head.

Why did everything have to be so complicated?