Sinking Ships

Chapter Nine

I push Eve up against the wall as we kiss, not letting my mind think even the slightest. My hands rest on either side of her head, my palms pressed flat against the wall. I honestly don’t remember the last time I kissed a girl, not since Kelsey. And even though a small part of me is screaming to stop, the other part knows that it can’t.

“Fallon,” Eve gasps, pulling back. “What are we doing?”

“What are we doing?” I laugh quietly, letting my lips gently kiss her neck. “You’re the one who kissed me.”

“But I shouldn’t have,” she whispers, pushing me back.

“Why not?” I don’t move from where I have her pressed against the wall, but I stare at her intently, waiting for her response.

“Because this could just be like any other kiss to you,” she whispers, moving her eyes to the floor. “I could be just like any other girl. This could be-“

“Eve,” I laugh, pressing my finger to her lips. “Trust me, it’s not, you’re not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” I smile, moving my head closer to hers. Again, we’re kissing, losing sight of everything else except for each other. I feel like I’m forgetting something; something important, however the more I think about it, the farther it feels. So when I stop thinking and let my brain take a break, I feel Eve start to lift my shirt up over my head.

She throws it to the floor, kissing me harder. Before things get too out of hand, I stop her, pressing her arms against the wall so she can’t let her actions get the best of her.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask between breaths. “Are you sure you’re okay where this is going?”

“Positive,” she grins, copying what I had said earlier. She wiggles her arms out of my grasps and clasps her fingers together behind my neck, pulling me back to her lips.

Things are getting out of control, and soon there’s a small pile of clothes on the floor beside us. It’s not everything, but it’s enough to make me stop thinking entirely. I let Eve take control, slowly dragging me towards my room. We’re only a few steps away when I hear the sound of something falling behind us.

“Fallon?” Kelsey screeches from the start of the hallway. Her bags sit on the floor around her as she glares at Eve and I, her fists clenched at her sides. “What the fuck is going on?”

Slowly, I detach myself from Eve and step towards our clothes, grabbing my shirt and throwing Eve’s towards her. I buy myself time to figure out what to say by putting it on, however when I’m standing directly in front of Kelsey, fully clothed, I’m speechless.

I rub my palm across my forehead as she waits for some kind of answer, but I still have no response. Both shock and embarrassment watch over me, with also, a small, horrible, chunk of love for Kelsey.

As she stands in front of me, her blonde hair hanging in waves over her baggy grey tank top, I can’t help but see the old Kelsey; the sober Kelsey. I can’t believe that I forgot today is the day she was coming, and that she just walked in. More importantly, that she walked in on me and Eve.

“Out,” Kelsey snaps, glaring at Eve. She points to the door behind her, her voice serious. Eve gives me a look to say something, to tell her that she can stay. But instead I avoid her gaze and stare at the floor as she rushes past Kelsey. “I thought you were my friend,” she mutters, slamming the door while Eve is still walking through it. She has to jump out of the way as the door makes a loud bang behind her, separating us.

Then, as if the incident never happened, a smile spreads across Kelsey’s lips and she runs to me with open arms. “Fallon!” She calls, stretching out my name in the annoying way I hate. She wraps me in her arms and I stand there, not returning the hug. I have no idea how to feel; how to act.