Don't Go ; Luke Brooks

Seventeen.

          I watched as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed slightly - as if debating whether he should tell me or not. Silence filled the tent as I lay there, apprehensive. Although I didn't know what to expect and was nervous about it, I was happy that there'd be a possibility to have closure.

"I don't hate you." He murmured breaking the silence. I waited for him to continue, expecting some sort of explanation but that was it. Yet again, the tent was filled with silence. "Then why do you treat me like I'm a stranger? You treat me as if I did something to hurt you and I don't understand what I've done wrong." I said, the alcohol still running through my system, giving me the boost of confidence that I needed right now.

"You have hurt me." He stated, shrugging as he stared up at the ceiling of our tent. Looking closely you could see slight specs of light seeping through from the stars above - creating a somewhat relaxing atmosphere despite the obvious tension right now. "How have I hurt you?" I whispered, barely audible. I was shocked at his answer, unable to think of a time where I hurt him other than when we were kids and we'd do things such as play fight. Clearly this was much more serious though.

"It doesn't matter, okay? You're drunk off your face and you won't remember any of this in the morning." He stated, laying on his side to face me. We both looked into each other's eyes, my lip between my teeth as I studied his features. Although I knew he was attractive I never really realised how attractive he was. "I don't want you to hate me." I murmured softly, continuing to look into his light brown eyes, flecks of green noticeable.

"Good thing I don't hate you then." He murmured, looking back at me as he took his lip ring between his teeth. I watched as his eyes flickered to my lips then back to my eyes, mine doing the same. I felt him lean in ever so slightly, his hot breath fanning across my face as my own hitched in my throat. "I wish you knew the things you did to me." He whispered, as if knowing I'd forget all of this in the morning.

Before I could prepare myself for what was about to happen his lips pressed against my own, my eyes fluttering shut as he did so. I never thought this would happen. I was currently with Luke Brooks - kissing him. Our lips moved in sync as his hand found its way to my waist, my hands slowly working their way to his hair. The kiss felt magical, the taste of alcohol mixing with the taste of mint.

I felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip, causing my lips to part to grant him access. His body shifted closer to mine as mine did the same, until we were pressed against each other. The alcohol clouding my mind prevented me from realising just how wrong this was. I had a loving boyfriend at home who had no idea that this happened, and I had no intentions of letting him know this happened - if I even remembered myself.

My hands gently tugged at his hair, causing a soft groan to escape his lips. That's when he pulled away, his breath heavy causing me to realise how heavy my own was. Butterflies were still flooding my stomach, my lips still craving his. "You've had no idea how long I've waited to do that." He murmured, looking at me with an emotion I couldn't quite recognise. We fell asleep together that night, bodies intertwined as our breaths created a soft rhythm.

I had a constant thought on my mind though. I just kissed Luke Brooks.