ROMEO

25

E.V.A.

"Not an excuse," I laugh.

He smiles, seeming relieved.

"Whats wrong?" I ask.

He shakes his head, smiling. "Nothing, keep smiling."

I scoff, pushing his shoulder. "Stop it."

"You have to admit that I'm a good kind of cheesy."

I shake my head. "Nope."

"A decent kind?"

"A decent kind," I agree.

"Maybe, a decent kind will be our always," He quotes.

"Did you just quote John Green?" I ask, raising my brows.

"I did."

I shake my head, negative thoughts forgotten. "Thanks for making me smile."

"Always," He says as our eyes lock.

My heart beats faster as I lean towards him, pressing my lips against his. His lips move in sync with mine, our tongues meeting for the first time. My hands grasp his cheeks, pulling him closer to me. They slide around his head, tangling themselves in his silky head of curls.

He pulls back, breathing heavy. "Can I touch you?"

He asked permission.

I place my lips back on his, grabbing his hands as I climb onto his lap. I place them on my waist, moaning into his mouth as he lowers them. He squeezes gently, a groan vibrating his core. My hands run up his abs, a new sensation for each one.

I feel myself dripping as he grips me harder, harder than ever before.

This side to Romeo, this dark side, turns me on more than anything we've ever done. He's never touched me there, never sucked my neck like this. Never caused me to want his sex so bad.

And boy do I want him.

The door burst open, startling us as Alex walks through with a huge grin. "Guy's, I have Wats-"

I spin around, heart beating rapidly. "Oh my God!"

The grin drops from her face. "Oh, I'm... Yikes! This is awkward..."

I let out a breath as Romeo groans, falling backwards onto my bed.

Of course she interrupts when I'm soaked with need.

"What's awk- Oh..." Malcolm says, turning around and leaving as quickly as he came.

She walks backwards out of the door. "Ill just leave you to it."

Romeo grunts, throwing a pillow in her direction. "Too late!"

My faces scrunches up as I notice the hardness beneath me.

He wanted me too.

***

"Happy Birthday to you!" We sing as Watson blows out the candles.

He grins, adjusting the crown on his head before standing up. "The King is now eighteen!"

"Umm, who told you that you're a King?" Zach says, swiping icing from the back of his cake. "I'm the King."

Watson scoffs, walking towards the large table of presents. "Whatever, peasant, it's time to open my gifts!"

"I have to get your gift from my dorm, but I'm sure you'll love it," I say, smiling at him.

"Is it you wrapped in a bow?" He asks, smirking.

Romeo thumps his gift on the back his head. "Shut up and open this."