High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 21

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I walked faster, wanting to avoid her gaze. Why did I kiss her? What was my purpose? I could've easily used another way to shut her up.

Her lips felt soft and warm. But she was nothing compared to the girl Gwen. She was utterly breathtaking.

But Marnie lips were comforting. Safe. I would do it again if I wanted to. But I don't.

I turned to look at her. Her face was flushed, as she mumbled incoherent words to herself.

"Your a shitty ass kisser." I said. Her head snapped up and she looked at me, eyes wide.

"What?" She snapped.

"Your.A.Shitty.Kisser." I enunciated each word slowly for her. She gave me a death glare, before shaking her head, muttering that I was the one who couldn't kiss.

Was that so? Last time I checked, I was the best kisser in my high school - still am.

I chuckled. She shouldn't have said that. "I'm the bad kisser? I've kissed more people then you've had in a year."

She glared, annoyed. "And how the fuck would you know that?" She hissed. She was pissed off. Probably wanted to kick me where the sun doesn't shine.

I laughed, getting amusement out of teasing her.

"Because, your a prude. And like I said; your kissing is fucking horrible."

Her knuckles turned white as she clenched her hands.

"I'll show you who's a prude." She mumbled.

Before I could ask her what she meant, she laced her arms tightly around my neck and pulled my face closer to her, her lips pressing forcibly onto mine.

Stunned, I didn't move. Wouldn't. Not with her.

But why did I respond back?

Placing one hand on her waist and the other laced through her hair, I pressed her closer to my body. I tightened my grip on her hair and tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss.

A soft moan-sigh escaped her lips as I sucked on her bottom lip gently. The pressure of her legs wrapping around me emitted a groan. It felt good - more then good. Pleasurable.

As she let out a moan when my lips left a trail from her jaw to the hollow of her neck, I realized what I was doing.

Why are you kissing her!? It's wrong. WRONG.

Think about Gwen, the one you really want.

God her lips are amazin-

NO! She's nobody. She needs to leave. Soon.

I abruptly pulled my lips from her neck and pushed her away.

Think Gwen.

Her eyes fluttered open as her hands flew to her lips. She looked torn between being wanting to be mad about the kiss or stay flustered.

"No. We shouldn't have done that. Don't kiss me anymore - I don't want to kiss you." I whispered harshly. The feelings I felt, they scared me. "Your repulsive okay? It was terrible." No it wasn't. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Tears formed in her eyes as she shook. "Your despicable! I hated it too." She didn't, not how she was moaning. She closed her eyes, a shaky breath escaping her. "We shouldn't kiss. It only causes trouble." She looked troubled.

"And your sleeping downstairs tonight." I was inviting Gwen over. I needed a distraction.

She looked shocked; hurt. "Why?!"

"I need a real girl tonight. So Gwen's coming over for possibly the rest of the week. She can give me what you could never do." I said. It came out harsher then intended.

"Fine." She whispered.

And as we walked, the unmistakeable sounds of her sobs behind me haunted me.

Author's Note: I suck at kissing scenes XD ! Anyway.... two kisses in a night?! i wish that was me.