Chapter 8

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Tyler’s POV (continued)

Darkness fell upon us, yet Troye and I continued to cuddle under the twinkling stars. Every once in a whileTroye would mumble incoherent words into my hair, his hushed voice putting me at ease. Facing each other, his right hand rested on my left hip as he ran his pointer finger up and down the side of my torso, where my skin was exposed. Chills spread all over my body, leaving me shivering and leaning further into Troye’s frame. He was first to break the silence with a suggestion I opposed to at first:

“Want to take a dip?”

“But it’s so cold and you’re so cozy.” I told him, burying my head between his jaw and shoulder, inhaling his sweet smell. My answer lacked some truth; my honest reason was that there was nothing else I truly enjoyed more than lying here in his arms. The moment felt just right. I was shielded from the world, his protective arms providing me with the comfort and bliss I desired. It was the feeling of completeness that fully encompassed the magical scene.

By the time all my thoughts had been processed Troye was pulling his shirt over his head, undressing himself of the skinny jeans that wrapped around his slim legs tightly. Too lazy to go back to the tent, he stood in front of me in his boxers, zealously, waiting for me to strip.

After all occasions that his rough hands glided over my chest and down to my hip bones, I was still hesitant for him to see me like this, so bare. I tried hard not to focus on his perfect physique, slim, yet built. My eyes travelled the length of his body, taking in every aspect of it, every small detail. Like the dark brown happy trail that ran from his navel to the edge of the waistband of his black boxers and the sexy, defined V line embossing the lower half of his torso. My mouth practically watered at the sight as I continued to stare and quickly undressed.

It’s not that I was self-conscious of my body; working quite hard to maintain my muscular build, but compared to Troye I felt pudgy. 

Torye’s gaze burned into my skin as he now studied my body openly, just as I had done to him. He smirked as his eyes reached my face, winking at me while biting his lip. Add that to the list of all the other things that would eventually drive me insane.

Hand in hand we walked into the freezing water, pausing every few steps to accommodate to the cold temperature. My lips gradually faded to a light purple, as did Troye’s, although the effect did not alter the berry-pink shade that smothered his lips. Once deep enough Troye dived under the wave dragging me with him as the chilled water enveloped our bodies. I let out a loud shriek, not expecting him to do that. As we rose to the surface Troye pulled me towards him, enclosing me in his grip. Our soaking hair clung to our foreheads, trails of water drops dribbling into our eyes. At the moment Troye looked absolutely breathtaking. Water cascaded down his frame, falling back into where it belonged. He stood still, breathing heavily, shivering against me as he hugged me into his chest.

“It’s colder than I expected.” He laughed quietly and rubbed his hands down my back, probably regretting jumping in.

My toes mushed into the sand below, trying to get as much height as I could. I trailed soft kisses across his jaw, nipping at it slightly with my lips. His breathing hitched at the contact and he brought me closer to him. Struggling to stay up on my toes as the frigid water clawed at my legs, I stepped on Troye’s feet and plunged up a little. My lips almost at level with his, I flung towards him and pressed them together. My eyes fell shut as our lips touched, feeling a zap of electricity course through me. We stayed in place, not moving a single limb, although my head spun uncontrollably. I ran my hands along his chest and down his torso, his abdominal muscles tensing under my fingertips. I snaked my arms around his neck, his own now traveling down to my ass. Instantaneously he pulled me as close as physically possible, our chests colliding together. Troye hoisted me up on his waist, his strong hands groping my ass tightly. I wrapped my legs around him, our lips never breaking apart.  Desperate for his taste, I moved my mouth harshly against his, tracing his bottom lip with my tongue. Not wasting any time, out tongues meshed instantly, moving together sloppily in a wet kiss.  My heart pounded in my chest with excitement and nervousness, my brain turning to absolute mush. Peeking at him through my eye lashes, I saw his eyes half-lidded with desire, losing control as the hunger consumed his body. My hands roamed Troye’s body, clawing and grazing his skin with my fingernails, frenziedly, almost desperately. His lips tasted bitter from the beer we chugged earlier, mixed with a sweet tinge of cake and mint. He moaned into my mouth as his tongue licked inside mine, exploring every inch of it. His moan rung through my ears although it was quiet, making me want to do anything to hear it again. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. The feeling that ran through my veins was ineffable; lust, want, desire. Catching his bottom lip between my teeth, I pulled it roughly, probably piercing through his skin, but I was too caught up. I attached my lips to his neck as soon as they left his mouth, his fingers entangling themselves in my locks.

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