Just Saying

Young And Beautiful

CHLOE'S POV
"You're beautiful." He whispered.

I smiled and blushed.

I turned my head.

"Come on, Chlo. I wouldn't lie to you." He said trying to turn my face.

"We're drunk." I whispered.

"You're still beautiful." He said.

I looked up at him.

He looked down at me.

He cupped my face and kissed me.

I thought about my boyfriend.

But in this moment, I didn't care.

It felt so right.

It started out as a kiss.

Now we're full on making out.

After three years of doing this, this never happened.

He slid his tounge in my mouth.

If I'm taken, why does this feel so right?

I couldn't help but just stay here and make out with him.

I got on top of him.

He put his hands in my hair and played with it.

I slid my hands up his back.

We broke a part.

I looked at him and he looked at me.

We were both breathing heavily.

I saw the moonlight reflecting off his eyes.

My heart was going a hundred miles per hour.

We just stayed there looking at each other in the eyes.

My legs were still wrapped around him.

God, I just wanted to kiss him.

How could moonlight make someone so attractive?

God damn him.

God damn his perfect brown eyes.

God damn his perfect bone structure.

God damn his beautiful jawline and his long eyelashes.

God damn his ability to make me say,  "Fuck having a boyfriend, I want my best friend."