Roses for a Santo (On My Block's Oscar Díaz)

Chapter 6

"Oscar, que pása?"

Oscar grabbed my face, pressing his lips against mines.

"Oscar..." I mumbled against his lips, hands on his chest as I pushed him back.

"I-I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." He admitted, scratching his chin.

"So, it's true then?" I stood up, starting to fidget with my hands. trying to process what just happened.

"Que cosa?" Oscar was now besides me.

"Los chicos teased me earlier, saying that you liked me."

"Es cierto."

"Po-porqué? All we ever did was argue?"

"Rosario, I've been watching you. Since the first day I met you, I can't get you out of my mind."

"Pervertido, you stalking me?" I teased, poking his chest.

"No seas, tonta."

I groaned, covering my face. I then looked up at him, trying hard not to smile. But I failed miserably.

"Eres mas bonita cuando sonries. Siempre estas gruñona conmigo."

"Shut up!" I nudged his shoulder. "It's not like you a saint or something, no pun intended."

"For you I can be."

'Stop the bullshit, Oscar."

"Rosario..." He sighed.

I looked up at Oscar, his eyes soften and I couldn't help myself from getting lost in his dark brown eyes.

He dipped his head, his lips capturing mines again. He pulled me closer by the waist and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

It quickly escalated, deepening the kiss and it was rough and needy as if this was the only chance he had. Something that he always wanted.

He then began to leave a trail of kisses from my jaw, neck till down to my collarbone.

"Oscar, stop, they are right outside." I was trying to get him off of me as I realized that the kids might hear us.

"I told them to not even dare earsdrop." Oscar mumbled against my neck, nipping right on my sweet spot.

"You fucking threatened them? Eres increíble!" I slapped his shoulder, making him laugh.

Oscar suddenly lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Oscar looked at me, smirk on his face, bitting his lower lip as he looked down at mines.

I took that time to study his face, this time was completely diferent from the first time I met him.

That day I was angry and now? I wasn't even sure. I felt nervous, anxious but I also felt vunerable.

I was very hardheaded with him since the beginning so why I'm giving myself to him now? Was it that I always had this attraction for him and I never realized it until now? Or was it because I haven't been with a man since I was 19?

I looked at his teardrop tattoo, then admiring the cross tattoo on his neck. I slowly and gently ran my fingers over his tear drop tattoo. Oscar sighed contently, as my hand was still lingering on his face, he kissed it.

I felt my heart skip a beat at the sweet gesture.

Oscar walked towards my bed, setting me gently on the middle of it. I prompt on my elbows, anticipating what was going to happen.