Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 10

Brandon's mouth made an O shape as he stared at me admiringly. His eyes hungrily ran my body and I held his gaze for a few seconds before looking down.

I walked to him praying that I won't trip on that long dress and make a fool of myself. As usual.

I felt self-conscious, strangely appealling and surprisingly excited. Anxiety got to my head and I could almost hear my heart beat so loud.

Not knowing what to do with my hands, I awkwardly placed them over my lower belly as if blocking the view.

"You look," Brandon inhaled remarkably in an attempt to keep his breathing steady, "like a Disney princess."

I blushed staring at the ground, shifting on my feet from left to right when his hands held my shoulders tightly forcing me to stand still.

"Stop moving, let me look at you." He watched me once again then a smile appeared on his face and he pulled me outside.

"And where to now?"

"Party."

We stopped in front of a mansion. Loud music and drunk laughs could be heard from far away. I wondered how nobody of the neighbours had called the cops on them yet.

Brandon didn't put as much effort on his look as he did on mine. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and black jeans, his soft hair messy and eyes tired.

We walked in and all eyes fell on us. A smirk appeared on his plumpy lips and his hand reached for mine. Long fingers enveloping mine is a tight brace.

Butterflies flew inside my stomach at the feeling of his warm palm. He continued his way with me behind trying not to trip on the bottles under my feet. He weaved through the guys and girls like a pro, his smile wider than the golden gates.

"We passed the drinks!" I yelled so he can hear me over the music.

"I want you to stay sober tonight!" He yelled back, "I want you to remember." We stopped on the dance floor between teenagers who were all over each other, twerking and kissing.

"You know I don't dance to this!"I shouted getting closer to him and his arm spun me so I had my back against his chest.

His head leaned down on my shoulder and I felt his hot breath fan on my neck, sending shivers through my body. His whisper was seductively low and his voice deep, "there's a first for everything, remember?"

I stood there like a statue not knowing how to move. Brandon didn't move either, his eyes were fixing the same couple I was looking at. I watched the way the girl moved her legs and admired the professional aura she had. It seemed like she had been doing it for a living.

Maybe I should move my legs like her, but I know for sure that I'll look out of place and would turn into the new comedy for this party. Suddenly, Brandon's hands held my waist bringing my lower back closer to him, then they moved down to my hips. I let out a yelp of surprise and he laughed, "learn."

His legs pushed mine to the front and started grinding. I'm not going to lie, he was right, it was really turning me on.

"Just be yourself, Gabrielle. Loosen up, nobody is going to judge you. And if anyone dares to, I'll break their bones."

I couldn't help but laugh at his words and carelessly flip my hair, moving my hips sideways as if I was truly a dancer. To my surprise, Brandon didn't complain. His hand drifted to the split of the dress that came up to my right hip and settled under the fabric.

I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they made contact with my neck. His hand ran through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his pine scented body. His kisses trailed on my shoulders and in my hair... His hand held the hem of my panties pulling it away then letting go, the elastic burnt my skin as it violently slammed it.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins like a crap through the river, his touch was soft and exciting.

Very exciting.

I couldn't hold the moan that was formed inside my mouth so I let it out. Brandon turned me to face him and I saw a dark shade of blue replacing the usual vivid one.

"We need to go back to the hotel."

"Why?" I pouted. The palm of his hand caressed my cheek and his eyes left mine and fixed on my lips.

"Damn it," he said holding my hand and we bursted through the doors in to the artificial glow of street-lamps, away from the noise and in the poorly illuminated street all I had seen was his high cheekbones and mischievous eyes. His hand held my face, pulling my cheeks together and my mouth pushed out.

"Never, and I repeat, never pout or brush your tongue over your lip or even think of biting it in front of me. As you already know, I have a very poor self-control and I wouldn't stop if I ever begin."

I nodded expecting him to release my face but he didn't. His eyes switched between my eyes and my lips which made me so nervous and self-conscious.

"I understood!" I managed to say but my voice came out like a baby's.

"Fuck it," he cursed and the next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.

My eyes stayed wide open not realising what's happening yet. I was too shocked and mesmerized to even think straight.

His kiss was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as our breaths got mixed. I quickly closed my eyes to savour what remained of the kiss.

His lips were warm and tasted of mint, he had obviously been chewing gum earlier. I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.

I felt his lips curve into a gentle smile before he pulled away, and I'm thankful that he didn't wait until it got so intense since we're in the street.

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Heyy! 

There goes Gabrielle and Brandon's first real kiss! Can anyone come up with a ship name for them?

Branelle? Brielle?

Anywaaaays, thoughts on this chapter? 

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