PAISLEY
What the hell am I doing? Wait, what is he doing? Why is he kissing me as if he has the right?
But these thoughts unfortunately did not put an abrupt end to me reciprocating his kiss, and even though my thoughts are clearly trying to tell me to push him away, I just can't.
So what do I do? The only thing I can do. Kiss him back.
JAKE
I move my lips against hers, forcing an opening but her lips are practically immobile, pursed shut.
She doesn't want this...
I start to pull away from her soft lips, right when hers start moving, giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue between her lips and meet hers. I smile against her lips and devour her mouth as if it was my last meal on earth. Our hands explore and wander, while we maintain our rhythmic kiss.
My hands start moving up from her stomach to the swell of her breast, inching further up as we kiss.
"Wait, stop," she says, with her hands on my chest, pushing me away from her.
I look up from her lips and meet her beautiful green eyes.
"What's wrong?" My brows are furrowed in confusion while also out of daze from the most intense kiss I have ever had.
It's taking all of my self control to not try and kiss her lips again. So fucking addicting.
"This was so wrong, on so many levels," she says frantically, her hands basically tearing out strands of her hair.
She immediately steps back creating an unfortunate distance between us, and as I try to move forward, she moves backward. Great. Well, what a fucking mistake that was. I have to make this less awkward. I have to play it off, because it really was just a kiss, even if it flipped my world upside down. It was just one fucking kiss.
"What's so wrong about a kiss, Archer?" I ask nonchalantly, pretending to feel smug.
"You would never understand," she says, stepping further away from me, and turning her back towards me.
"Understand what? That you're so disgusted with me that kissing me is absolutely revolting to you?" I accuse incredulously, sounding a little more offended than I intended to.
She turns around, enraged and hysterical, with her hair sticking out in all different directions and her eyes filled with undeniable anger. "No! That's not it at all but of course you would make this about you, Jake! This is exactly what I mean!" She yells, her hands flying up in the air in frustration.
Make this about me? Well, it does take two to tango, and I am pretty damn sure the two who tangoed in this situation were you and me, sweetheart.
"It was just a kiss. A fucking kiss. We can forget about it, I'll pretend it never happened. What is your problem?"
Though, it seems as if I'm trying to convince myself rather than convince her.
"I-... You-" she stutters, not being able to form a correct sentence.
Why is this such a big fucking deal? Not even a minute before the kiss, she was joking about my 'diseased' infested dick, and she's suddenly squirmy with the thought of one kiss?
Then realization hits me.
"Have you never been kissed before, Archer?" I ask, half expecting she would interrupt me abruptly to tell me how much of an idiot I am for even implying it.
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