Chapter 4- Flashback

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by horanstylishgal

by horanstylishgal

Iris' POV

FLASHBACK

Bobby and I are face to face, Indian style on the kitchen table staring into each other's eyes while we play a game of never have I ever. Two shot glasses and a large bottle of tequila between us. Secrets pouring out of our mouths easily with the help of the liquid courage.

"Never have I ever smoked" Bobby slurs

"Nope" I say adding a wink. "Never have I ever had a one night stand"

Bobby gingerly pours a shot and brings the glass up to his lips emptying the contents down his throat.

I gasp "Bobby! Tut tut and a third tut!" he blushes a deep crimson

"Sorry." He mumbles. I giggle trying to ease the tension. "Anyway...Never have I ever seen a girl as beautiful as you"

He looks up from playing with his jeans and stares deeply into my eyes, he raises his hand and stroked my hair away from my face.

Before I realise it he has me pressed up against the wall our lips smashing together his tongue dragging along my bottom lip asking for permission. I moan allowing him access.

I break away from the kiss grabbing his hand and pulling him along towards Oscar's bedroom. Passing him and Emily kissing on the sofa also passing Trish and one of Oscar's friends, Dan in the corner of the room locking lips.

I open the door to the bedroom slipping inside, Bobby behind me. I close the door and turn around finding Bobby's face inches from mine.

I crash my lips to his. His hands finding my hips once again and gently pushing me towards the bed. I flop down on the bed landing on my back. He crawls up the bed slowly a grin smothering his features. He leans down joining our swollen lips once again.

The door suddenly creaks open revealing a dishevelled looking Oscar.

"Oh God seriously?!" Oscar practically screamed.

Bobby scrambled off of me stuttering a million apologies to both of us. He scurried out of the room towards his temporary room. Oscar just rolled his eyes slipping into bed next to me.

He falls asleep instantly. Leaving me to wonder what actually has just happened.

Oh My God! I mean I like him, like a lot. But was this just a drunken make out session to him? Or even worse a drunken mistake?!

After about 15 minutes of wondering if I like him more than a friend even if it's only just after one boring old Friday evening, I decide that I do. I like him. A lot.

My eyelids feel heavy and I am pulled into a deep slumber.