Young Collective - Cole Sprouse

Chapter sixteen

I turn the corner on a side street. This is my street. I peer up it, I see a young man standing roughly near my apartment. My heart skips a beat. My knees start to buckle underneath me and I stumble. I close my eyes and breath. It's only walking Elora...you can do it. I push myself along the sidewalk, in safety, as the man at my door isn't watching me yet. Once he locks eyes with me my invisibility charm wears off and I become weak and vulnerable again. Forever.

I feel my phone vibrate again in my pocket. It's him. I keep walking, I'm a few doors down now. He turns his head my way and my stomach knots. He's seen me. He still stands facing my door, he stares at me- through his glasses. He awkwardly plays with his loose hair and twirls his ends. As I get closer I can see a toothpick in his mouth. He's wearing a tucked in light white yellow stained blouse and a pair of black pants. He looks very badass. He looks hot. I'm only a door away from mine now. I keep walking just as fast. I don't slow down. I'll hit him if I don't stop. I keep walking. He frowns at me then smiles as my whole body collides into his. He wraps his arms around me instantly and kisses my forehead. I feel so warm. So small. I don't want to move. Cole mumbles some words into my hair and I grin,

"Your hair smells like frangipani." He pulls his arms away but I still hold mine around him. If only for a minute, he will be mine.

"It's my conditioner." I look up and smile at him. He looks down at me, grinning like I've never seen him so happy. He takes the toothpick out of his mouth and disperses it somewhere I cannot see. I stare into his dark green fluffy eyes. I feel like I'm melting.

"Come in." I finally pull away realising we're just standing outside. He giggles and we walk to my door. I unlock it with the keys I pull out of my blouse pocket. The door swings open.

"Cool." Cole mutters as he walks in. He slips his shoes off at the front door which I am so very thankful for. I walk into the kitchen after removing my own and I pour myself a glass of water and skull it. He walks into the kitchen and leans against a bench facing me. He crosses his arms and smirks.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I say as I ignore his smile and open my fridge to look for food.

"I'm fine thank you." He replies. I shut the fridge door and look at him. We lock eyes and I feel paralysed. I don't move. Cole walks straight up to me and locks his lips of mine. A rush of butterflies fills my chest and I kiss back harder. He wraps his fingers around my neck and my cheek. He pulls his hand down to my side and pushes me further into him. We continue to kiss passionately. Everything happens in slow motion. He places his hand on my upper thigh and then twirls his fingers around my inner thigh, his other hand sits on my ribs and supports my sides. He lifts me up into the bench. I open my legs and he comes closer to me. Cole starts to kiss down my neck and my breaths become short and heavy. I shouldn't be doing this, I should be avoiding all contact with him. Fuck. Cole caresses his finger on the hem of my blouse. He tickles my skin for a few seconds then pulls it up and over my head. I'm not wearing a bra. It gets stuck for a second and he starts to laugh and so do I. After some fiddling it comes off. He comes back to my lips. I untuck his shirt and start to unbutton it, which is surprisingly easy. Within twenty seconds his shirt is off and I'm unbuckling his belt. His breaths are getting longer. He places his hands sprawled on my bum and lifts me up again. This time he holds me and starts to walk out of the kitchen.

"Bedroom?" He asks in between breaths.

"Upstairs." I gasp quietly. He goes back to kissing my neck as he stealthily walks up the stars. He's a multi-tasker. We spots my silky bed next to the open windows and gently sits me down on it. I lie down as he crawls over me. He hovers over my pants, which he starts to unzip. He stops before he rips them off and asks,

"Is this okay? Is this what you want?" He looks concerned. I smile.

"This is what I want." I answer. He looks deeply into my eyes, then rips off my pants. I yelp out at his force. He stands up and locks eye contact with me. He slips his pants off then crawls back down over the top of me. I slide my hand up and down his muscly stomach and hold onto his arms. He kisses my neck again and slowly wriggles my underwear off.

I melt like an ice cream when he touches me.