Angels Do Exist (ON HOLD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six 

        Layden's hand snakes around my waist and his body slams into mine, fully covering my breasts and my petite figure beneath him. Once again, my eyes are glued to the floor and I restrain from looking up as best as I can but I soon feel Layden's index finger under my chin, urging me to look up at him. And when I do, I can't look away. My eyes are fixed on his full, luscious lips for a split second until he tilts my chin up higher and I'm forced to look him dead in his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes look so dark and mischievous and naughty and almost as if they were full of ...lust.

        Lust.

        Oh boy, I know a thing or two about that word. Nothing good can come out of it. I've seen it in movies, and even in situations at school, when my friends are making out with their boyfriends like we don't have a damn PDA policy. It's not love or anything close to it. Lust leads to sex. At least from what I know, or have been told.

        As if reading my mind, Layden parts his mouth to speak.

        "Stop over analyzing this," he breathes.

        I open my mouth too but before I can answer, Layden kisses me. And I kiss him back.

        He  starts placing sweet kisses over and over again against my lips and I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth. Oh my god, his lips are so soft. He urges my mouth open with his tongue and I allow him, too lost in this feeling that I've never felt before. It's like something within me causes my body to heat up and my pulse to quicken and I can't help but want more. 

       More of Layden. 

       Suddenly, I take a hold of him, almost desperately and before I know it, my arms wrap around his neck and begin to tug softly at the hair lining the back of his neck. His tongue finds mine and our kiss gets deeper and wetter and I want to taste him forever. When I feel a sudden bulge through his jeans, I pull on his hair harder. And on instinct, I bite down on his bottom lip and suck on it softly until he moans. 

        Layden uses the same hand that was previously snaked around my waist, to play with my belly button under my shirt and I swear I feel my insides melt when his fingers graze my honey colored skin.

        Oh God, what is this boy doing to me? Why God? Why me?

        And that's when it hits me.

        There's no way he's really interested in me.. he doesn't even know me. I can't be with someone like that, I don't even know how to be with someone at all. He hasn't spoken to me all week, not one word and now I'm in the basement of my dad's church, fornicating with the devil. What is going on?

        My body suddenly tenses and I struggle to remove Layden's hand from inside my silk, off-white top.

        "Ariana please," he begs so close to my skin that I can feel his hot, bothered breath on my neck.

        "Layden s-stop, get-" I start to say until I hear tapping of fingernails from the wall opposite of us and I whip my head past Layden's in the direction of the noise. 

        "Well well well... would you look who it is."

        Oh God, kill me right now again.

        Of course, it's no other than Mary,  with her back resting against the door frame and arms crossed with an evil smirk on her face. Perfect freakin' timing.

        "Aww man, I should have just let daddy dearest himself come down here to check on you. I mean, I volunteered myself because I thought you could use the extra help, but I can see you already have your hands full."