Kiss, but don't tell.

Chapter 7.

Baby's POV:

The room seemed to get smaller and the air seemed to get thicker as he pawed at my body, almost animalistically. Our clothes had gotten strewn all on my floor and some around us. The skin-to-skin contact was forcing a thick layer of sweat to make us slide against each other. 

It was almost discusting.

I looked at his face, trying to make out his features that made my heart clench. It was too dark to see his beautiful eyes. His hair was messy and sticking up in all sorts of different directions. 

His breathing was hard, along with mine. He picked up his pace, making me groan slightly out loud.

Oh fuck.

I woke up the next morning, and my room was almost back to how it had been when I'd went to bed. Clothes were picked up and my bed had been fixed, new sheets and everything. I grinned, biting my lip, remembering last nights events. Butterflies erupted in my stomach.

It wasn't how I'd pictured losing my virginity, nor who I pictured losing it to...

But it definitely took my breath away. It was rough, and fast, making me all tingly in my toes.

I pushed my blankets back, crawling out of bed. I winced. I hadn't realized how sore I'd been. I looked in the full length mirror I had, leaning against the far wall. I was only in a loose tank top and lacey underwear. I turned around, looking at my back. 

Deep red lines appeared all over my skin, and I grit my teeth. It sure hadn't hurt as bad as it looked. I lifted my chin up, admiring the purple circles that spotted my neck. I ran my finger over one and was surprised by how bad it actually had hurt. 

I headed to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama shorts, pulling them on. I grabbed a bra, and pulled it on, pulling my shirt over it. I let my hair fall down in the front, so it hid the hickies. I headed downstairs. 

The living room was full of sleeping boys.

Spencer was sleeping on one couch.

Christian was sleeping on the other.

Mitchell was passed out on the floor.

I made my way into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator door. I grabbed out some orange juice and poured it into a glass that I had retreived from the cabinent. I downed the glass and licked my lips. I loved pulp.

I just kept thinking about him last night.

I hadn't really ever imagined something happening between us, so it felt sort of surreal and I was almost afraid it had been a dream. 

I bit my lip softly again, drinking the rest of the orange juice.

I sat the glass down in the sink after rinsing it out. I yawned, leaning on my elbow, on the counter and looked out the window. 

I wanted to go swimming.

The sun was bright, illuminating everything in the backyard. I could see a slight breeze as it flowed through the trees and made ripples in the water. Maybe, I'd call Tori? That'd be fun. We could catch up. We could have girl talk. It'd been awhile since I'd been able to tell her things.

It just wasn't as fun when I had to write it in a letter and send it to a different country for her.

I yawned and leaned my head down, putting my face in my hands. Suddenly, something touched my neck.

I recognized it to be a familiar pair of lips.

Tough, calloused fingers brushed my hair away from my neck and his soft lips slid up my neck softly, stopping at my ear. He bit down it softly.

"I had fun last night.." He whispered.

His warm breath against my skin made me melt.