If Only She Knew

Epilogue

Mia's Point Of View

Laying together, we were drunk with each other's presence. We'd drunk so much of each other that we were overflowing. And all we could think of doing was consuming more. We spent the last couple of hours against each other, making love, fucking... whatever you wanna call it go ahead and call it but all I could say is that I haven't felt more alive like now!

His thumb innocently touched my waist, letting me feel the burn when his skin touched mine. It was electric.

His eyes were bright, the different tints of caramel swirling around his iris.

"I just think it's funny how we were supposed to take things slow...." He began speaking but I realized that I wasn't listening. His left eye twitched when he spoke, and his teeth peered through his lips as he smiled. His words were just background noise while I took in his appearance. He looked so young when he smiled. I wished he could smile all the time.

Maybe if I just ran my thumb along his cheek, or brushed my lips against his jaw, i could feel close to him. His mouth moved up and down as he voiced his appreciation for something or other. I just wanted to kiss him to make him shut up so I could just admire him.

However, some of his best features were when he spoke, like how his cheeks hollowed when he opened his mouth but became mildly chubby when he closed it again. I watched his mouth move continuously.

I wanted to kiss him in that moment, to make his mouth move up and down for a different reason. To have him impossibly close so I knew he wasn't leaving.

"Aye are you even listening to me?" He chuckled. If melting chocolate was a sound, it would sound like his laugh. "You're literally just staring at me like you want to either kill me or rip off my pants with your teeth." Another chuckle left his throat. It felt like therapy; like everything was okay because he was laughing.

I moved closer and pressed my lips against the corner of his lips then i took his face in my hands and pressed my lips over every surface of it, I realized that there was something wrong with me and i was acting weird as hell but as long as I have Justin to serve my simple desires, I'll be just fine.

"I'm guessing that's a no, you're not listeni- Will you stop kissing on my face I'm tryna talk by the way?" He sounded confused, I didn't blame him. I moved my lips away, forcing myself not to stare at him anymore

"As I was saying, I think we should definitely stay in bed tomorrow and to chill cuz I don't think it'll stop raining don't you think?" His fingers scratched along his chest, leaving faint red lines, damaging the clear and smoothness of his skin. I frowned.

I nodded encouragingly. "I'd love that. Nothing better than a lazy day. Yes. Yes. Yes." My heart started beating faster, and harder, when I watched him smile widely, enough for his teeth to make a clear and obvious appearance and I decided in that moment that I would do absolutely anything to see him smile like that.

It was silent then. And it took me many seconds to register that his lips were on mine, and when I clicked on, I wasted no time and pushed back against him. I always loved when someone kissed me first - it meant they wanted it. He wanted it as much as I wanted it, and he was thinking about it like I was thinking about it.

His teeth bashed against mine every now and then, but I didn't mind because his lips were on mine, and he initiated it. His lips glided ontop of mine with ease and I refrained from taking his bottom lip between my teeth. His tongue invaded my mouth, the roughness of its surface on the smoothness of my inner cheek making me shiver.

I listened, probably for the first time that night, to the noises he made while we kissed. He hummed, that was my new favorite thing. He hummed as though he was completely content like that: with our lips connected and our minds free of anything else. It invaded my ears and took me under. It was something else, and like nothing I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.