If You Can't See The Sign, Wait For It

prologue

 All that I could think was that I needed him. I needed his arms around me, needed him to hold me and whisper that we could find a way to be together. 

I touched my lips, remembering the details of the kiss, that gut wrenching furious kiss that lead me to lose my virginity. His tongue inter-twined in mine, his hands holding onto the body that was melting under his touch, roughly enough I could feel the bruises forming up, but I couldn't care, not when we were this close. 

One of his hands sneaked into my scalp, tugging it as I let out a soft groan, the other hand held my right hand tight in place so he could move his lips, sometimes possessively, sometimes slowly and make his way down my collarbone. As soon as I felt his tongue play freely against my skin, I tossed his shirt, sending the expensive bottoms flying away, annoyed by the fabric that was between us. When I processed what I had done, I pulled away. Eye widened, breathing heavily between the short gasps, this seemed to send sparks into the already burning flame of lust. Even though it was pitch dark, I could still feel the burning gaze of his hazel eyes digging through my soul. Clutching my head tightly, his tongue slid subtly and smoothly into my mouth as I let out a low moan. I pressed my mouth firmly against his, sucking his bottom lip, enjoying the way his body felt warm under mine and how he tightened his fingers in my hair and shuddered. His taste was a fruity and tangy combination, making my knees go weak. I let myself get utterly lost in the moment, just because I really, really, wanted to. Maybe his charm was part of his player mechanism, but for a second at least I let myself enjoy how my eyes flutter closed and my arms float up to grasp his shoulders forcefully, digging my nails into them. My entrenched fingers tugged his hair and he took a deep breath smiling in between the kiss, it was sexy enough for me to forget everything. The chinos he wore and the crumpled white shirt he looked indecently in were forgotten.

“I love you.” He whispered, his breath playing in my already sensitive ear, tracing circles down my spine.

But, I know better. He really doesn’t.