Never My Intention

a million miles.

I could taste it in her kiss; the taste of the wine, the way the sticky rolling paper had once pressed into her lips. The kiss in itself was intoxicating enough to leave me deepening it. She didn't pull away, didn't hesitate to push her skinny fingers through my tussled hair.

Although my bedroom door was pulled close, I made the few steps back towards it without breaking the heat we were creating. I twisted the doorknob, stepping back inside. I heard her gentle giggle when she pulled back from me for just a moment and then watched as the heel of her foot pushed the door shut.

We made it to the bed, falling back onto it and I was ready to shed off the clothes I wore when I could hear the distant sound of moaning coming from the room next to my own. We pulled away from one another for just a moment to be brought back into reality, noticing the way Hailey's nose scrunched up at the noises made.

"At least someone's getting some." I joked as she rolled her eyes and playfully hit my chest.

My eyes jolted open from whatever dream I had been having. My room was pitch black thanks to the blackout curtains shielding the burning sunlight. My eyes felt strained and my body felt sore - from what, I wish I knew. I wasn't ready to even move from the position I was in but did so anyway.

As I shifted onto my back, the side of the bed beside me was unoccupied. The sheets were sprawled around the bed but it was known at this point to sleep heavier and maybe even crazier when alcohol floated through your system. I slowly sat up and ran a hand through my mess of hair to try and push it back away from my head. I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time - 9:34AM.

That time was groan worthy. Why the fuck was I up so early? I knew that I could've slept longer if it came down to it, but now it seemed close to impossible. My eyes had been open for way too long. I sighed and went through a few social media apps I had, mostly just lurking and liking a tweet or picture when the opportunity arose.

Eventually, the phone was set down on the bedside table and I slowly moved to stand on my own two feet, clad in only a pair of my Ethika's. I walked straight for the walk in closet and found a pair of Nike basketball shorts and a white wife beater. I pulled the clothing onto my long frame and then was off to the hall.

It was quiet throughout the apartment. I mean, of course it would be, right? What the fuck kind of person that partied all night would be up at nine in the morning and ready to take on the day? I knew it was a pretty chill day for all of us, so whatever we did we'd do on our own time. I thought of the pool a little later, collecting whoever wished to go with and we'd dip out.

As I passed the different bedrooms, all occupied by one person with their randoms of the night, I found that Hailey's door was left ajar. She was fast asleep in bed and her television still glowed throughout the dark room. I stepped in to switch it off before stepping back out to pull the door shut quietly.

After the playful blow I took to the chest, I didn't hesitate to take hold of her wrists to pin above her head. One of her legs intertwined with one of my own and her eyes looked to me. She waited for my next move, as if taunting for it to happen. I couldn't help but smirk and lean in for a firm kiss to press to her lips.

She accepted it, even nipping at my lower lip at one point. When I loosened my grip from her wrists they moved from my hands to run along my tattooed sides. It caused goosebumps to rise on my skin and it felt like these small shocks ran through us with every touch. I was becoming accustomed to the way her soft hands danced along my body.

When I began to kiss over her neck though, she sighed out and shook her head. "Kells, wait." She whispered out weakly.

I pulled back from her and moved to sit on the bed beside her. She sat up and had this look of shock on her face when she had realized what we were even doing. Her hand ran through her blonde hair before her eyes landed on me.