Walls

Chapter 2 part2

Jace's POV

I let out a sigh as I entered my room.

I suddenly felt drained.

I wondered about that because while I was downstairs I felt terribly fine.

No, wait. Let me rephrase that. When I was with Danielle, a while ago, I felt terribly fine.

I gently shook my head.

I was seriously sick just hours ago.

Maybe this is just a side effect or something.

I stripped my clothes and went to the shower.

I can't help but Danielle's image kept on appearing in my vision.

Especially that specific image of her.

She was wearing matching black lace underwear. It suits her. It made her light even tan stand out. Her skin looks so smooth and soft. She has curves and I like that.

As a guy, I know how hot a girl can be while wearing her sexy lace underwear.

But damn, Danielle surely exceeded my expectation not to mention, imagination.

She wore her undies effortlessly sexy.

So damn sexy.

I turned on the shower and stood directly at it not minding how cold the water is.

"I need this." I told myself.

I definitely need this cold shower.

"YOU DIDN'T SAW ANYTHING, RIGHT?" Her voice rang in my head.

How could I possibly agree with that if I cannot even erase that image in my head?

I shook my head again.

The shower isn't helping me a bit.

I finished off my shower and walked towards my bed while toweling myself dry.

I suddenly felt as if her small soft hands were the ones that are toweling me.

I closed my eyes as I reminisced that sensation...

*flashback*

She was toweling me so softly that it felt so terribly comfortable.

I felt so comfortable with her hands touching my whole body. Actually, I am liking it.

I am so freaking sick. I have an enormous headache and I feel extremely hot. And with her, wiping me with ice cold towel and toweling me dry again only makes me feel hotter.

I wanted her to touch me every inch.

I don't know what is happening but I seriously feel that I wanted to hold her close to me. To cool me down and at the same time she also makes me hot.

I felt her stopped.

I tried my best to protest but I felt too weak.

I felt her stood up and walked away. I cannot open my eyes to check where is she going but I felt a warm blanket to cover me up after a few. I assumed she covered me up.

I was kind of disappointed because I wanted her to continue touching, no sorry, wrong choice of word. She was toweling me I mean, I wanted her to continue what she was doing.

Before, I was always told that I have a good body but I've always been too reluctant to flaunt it but right now I don't really care if she was staring at me with only my boxers on. I actually felt proud and good that she is looking at me. I just hope she was satisfied with what she saw.

I never felt her presence again for I have fallen asleep.

As I woke up I saw her sleeping in the couch beside the one I am in.

She just looked so peaceful and so hot.

"Was that even possible?" I asked myself.

I tried to stand up without making a sound, afraid that she might wake up.

I walked towards her after putting my clothes back on. I then, knelt in front of her to take a closer look at her face.

She is beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. Like the more you stare, the more you will appreciate.

Her dark brown hair is tied up in a bun with few strands covering her gorgeous face. Her lashes are long. She has a cute nose, not too proud not too low neither.

My eyes went down and shifted my gaze, looking at her lips.

Damn, it's the most delicious looking lips I've ever seen. Luscious and full. It looked so tempting and inviting.

It took all of my strength not to kiss her but I just cannot.

After what seemed like years of internal battle I let myself do what I want.

"Just a single light kiss. I promise."

I bent down and pressed my lips into hers.

Her lips is soft and sweet.

I unconsciously moved my lips while it was pressed into hers.

And before I knew it I started to kiss her more deeply.

My mind was scolding me and telling me this is wrong. But I refused to listen. I just cannot stop.

I tried to let my tongue in and surprised to found myself in.

I paused and tried to look at her. She was still asleep.

Relieved, I continued kissing her and tasting her mouth.

I held her shoulder lightly making my way to her waist.

"Damn. I could kiss her endlessly."

Our tongue seemed to dance in an unheard song.

After what seemed like years, I felt like we both needed to take air.

I gently stopped and planted a small kiss on top of her mildly swollen lips.

I looked at her again and decided to make my way towards the bathroom.

I need to divert myself. I need to wash my face with cold water and I need to piss.

"Yeah I just need a leak." I said as if I'm convincing my own self.

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