Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter twenty-eight

Hands wrapped around my waist as I washed my hands. He kissed me on the cheek and I rolled my eyes. "I told you to see sit down. How the hell am I going to finish dinner if you keep kissing me?"

"Just one more taste," he whispered and this time he kissed my neck. I shivered and tried not to melt into his touch. I ignored him and let him do whatever he wanted but I continued to wash my hands and grab a few carrots. I hated how I was enjoying the way his lips felt on my skin. He knew my weak spots, how I didn't like to be too rough, and he certainly knew I couldn't last very long. I gritted my teeth when he started to bite and I was so close to falling under his touch. I swallowed the lump in my throat and quickly moved out of his grip to go to the fridge.

"You're like a fucking leech," I mumbled but loud for him to hear.

"Sorry I can't my hands to myself," he said cockily. I hear the smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Then learn how to."

I opened the fridge but then it closed and I was turned around and pushed back. "What the fu—"

He smashed his lips to mine and I instantly relaxed, following his lead and wrapping my arms around his neck. He pressed his body to mine and ran his fingers through my short hair. I moaned when he tugged on it and pulled my head back to place quick kisses on my neck.

"The food. I need to—" I groaned when I felt his hard on brushed against mine. He let go of my hair and placed his hand on the front of my jeans. I leaned my head back on the fridge, staring at the ceiling and letting out shaky breaths.

He grabbed my chin and made me look in his eyes. "Only look at me."

I couldn't find my voice so I simply nodded and he flashed me a small smile and kissed my cheek. My heart became warm at the sweet gesture. He suddenly frowned and I became a bit confused. Why was he frowning? Did something happened? What was he thinking about?

"Something's wrong," he mumbled. Before I could ask him what was wrong my shirt was removed and my jeans were gone. I was standing in front of him with just my boxers. He smirked to himself and said, "Perfect."

He grabbed my cheeks and kissed me with gentleness. I gasped and he slipped his tongue with ease. It caught me off guard. He would kiss me roughly and then gently as if we weren't kissing for dominance a few minutes ago. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned softly as our make out became hotter. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs and squeezed them softly.

Pulling back, I stared at his face and drink in every detail. His eyebrows that would wiggle whenever he made a dirty joke, his eyes that would crinkle up whenever he smiled big, showing off his pearly white teeth and a dimple on his left cheek. Let's not forget about the light freckles that scattered on his nose and cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled breathlessly, "What? I got something on my face?"

I shook out of my daze and cleared my throat. "No, I was just thinking why I'm the only one without clothes."

His eyes flashed with shock and it was his turn to clear his throat. "Oh—oh, um—"

I chuckled at his stammering and started to unwrap my legs from his waist. He held me tighter. "Hey, we're not done here."

"Who said I was done?"

He choked on his own spit and I had to bite my bottom lip from laughing. I took off his shirt and kissed him softly, smiling when I felt him shiver. I closed my eyes and forgot about his pants. Nothing was better than kissing him. I wasn't afraid that Miles might caught us here. He would understand that I like him, maybe too much. But I didn't care and kept kissing him. My eyes fluttered opened when I felt him pull back.