The Boy Who Stood By Me [Short Haitus-July 1st]

Chapter five

Chapter five

        I kiss him back.

        We stood there, our mouthes together our lips touching for what seems like forever. Time slipt away and it was just us, kissing in forever. Then we began to move. He pulled me closer by my hips, and I did not stop him. He slipt his hands up my shirt, I felt it tingle as the excitment rushed through me. I did not stop him. I pushed us onto the couch, and he did not stop me.

        "Irina," He mumbled. I unbuttoned his pale blue shirt. Xaviers lips tasted of cherries and his breath was warm against my neck. His hands were by my head, lifting himself on top of me. Though, I could still feel his body up against mine. I wraped my arms around his back, pulling us closer.

        He kissed my neck and down to my collarbone but he stopped.

        "I.. I'm sorry." He said, his head rising. His eyes sincere. I used to think his blue eyes were a gate, a gate I could never open. But I have started to open them, and they are more beautiful than ever.

        Xavier sat up, and so did I.

(W.I.P.)