We had only taken a few steps when stopped in the middle of the street and turned to him. He didn't say anything. We just looked at each other. I grabbed his jacket and pulled him down and kissed him. I felt him kiss me back and he grabbed my hips. He pulled me as close as he could. I pulled away and looked at him, his dark eyes full of lust.
We entered Bucks and walked up the stairs without Opal ever even seeing us. We entered Dal's room and started kissing again. We hadn't said a word since we started walking away earlier. Just silence and kissing. He pushed me against the door hard, but not hard enough to hurt me. My legs wrapped around his waist and he held me against the wall. His lips traveled down to my neck and I had a chance to catch my breath. My breathing was rapid and intensified every second. He grabbed my thighs and walked me to his bed. I ripped off his shirt and next was mine. Then my skirt slid off shortly after until I was in nothing but my underwear and bra. We kept kissing and he kissed down to my stomach. Right when I thought everything was about to happen he sat up and looked at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked breathing heavily and breaking our silent streak.
"I can't." He said and ran his fingers through his hair angrily.
I sat up on my knees and wrapped my arms around him. "It's okay Dallas, I want to." I reassured him but he just shook his head.
"You're drunk." He said with disappointment spread across his face.
"No Dallas, trust me I'm aware of what's going on. I want this. I want you." I pulled myself close to him and he had a painful look in his eyes.
"You don't want me.." I said to myself quietly, but loud enough that he heard.
"Jesus Christ Caffeine. You don't think I want you?" He grabbed my face with both of his hands and looked me in the eyes. "I've wanted you for years. I've done everything I possibly could to get my attention away from you."
I kissed him again, this time more passionate than lustful. I had never seen Dallas the way I was seeing him now. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"I ain't good for you Curtis. Darrel would beat me to a pulp if he knew you were hear." Dal chuckled and I did too. We both knew he was right. I grabbed Dallas's t-shirt and slid it on.
"I'm gonna go tell Opal I'm staying with you. Darry thinks I'm staying at her place anyways." I slid on my skirt really fast and found Opal, her lips attached to Bucks.
"Opal, I'm staying here okay. I'm real sick I'm just gonna stay with Dally okay?"
"Alright you want me to pretend you stayed at my house when I see your brothers though?" She was sober enough now to remember this conversation at least.
"Yeah, thanks." I walked back upstairs to Dally. He smiled at me when I entered.
"What?" I asked him smiling widely
"Geez don't smile like that, you look like your brother." I laughed and he rolled is eyes. "Seriously. It's gonna be a lot harder for me to kiss you if you look like Sodapop." I giggled softly and slid my skirt off and hopped in bed sitting in front of him.
"Well we wouldn't want that would we?" I asked seductively.
"Nope." He replied pressing his lips to mine. The kiss deepened and he pulled me to his lap. His hands traveled from my hair to my thighs as he slowly laid me down. His lips kissed my stomach as I tugged lightly at his hair. But like before, he stopped at sat up.
"I'm still not going to having sex with you, Kathleen." He said using my real name. I stared at him and the sat up and looked at him.
"You're a good guy." I stated bluntly.
"No im not." He replied coldly.
"Yeah you are." I protested and he shook his head and looked down. I grabbed his face and looked at him. "Yes. You are." His eyes looked sad, I wasn't sure why but they were. "You would have taken advantage of me a long time ago if you weren't." I reassured him.
"That's not because I'm a good guy. That's because I'm crazy about you." He answered honestly. I liked this side of Dallas. He was honest and vulnerable. Pure and good. I kissed him softly and for some reason a tear fell down my cheek.
"Baby what's wrong?" He asked whipping the tear away.
"I'm scared." I said honestly.
"Of what?" The concern in his voice was reassuring.
"Of us. Us being just friends. I don't want to be just friends." At this point tears were falling left and right at the thought. The thought of him pretending I was just the Curtis sister tomorrow.
"Hey look at me." He whipped my tears with his thumb and looked me in the eyes. "We gotta y'all to your brothers. But I don't want to be just friends either okay? I like you." The tears were coming to a stop and I hugged him. When I pulled back from the hug we laid down in bed. I laid my head on his chest and looked up at him.
"I'm going to fall in love with you, aren't I?" I asked in a serious tone.
"God, I hope not." He laughed and I chuckled and with that we both fell asleep.
