Something About You..

Part 18: Gentle Giant

-Alex's POV-
It's weird, the longer I talk to my mom, the more Danny looks upset.
Oh shit, he's looking at me. He reaches over, ruffling my hair. I quickly swat his hand away, glaring at him, hoping he understands not in front of my mom. They both just laugh.
"Oh, she's always been like that, ever since she was a baby. She doesn't really liked being touched" she pats the air like she's metaphorically patting the situation away.
"Oh, is that it?" He snickers, it's as if he's got a comeback ready. (In fact, he was thinking "then why did she let me hold her hand")
"Well.. we were going to sit on the porch and read but.. -turning towards Danny- Want to do our homework in my room" Is this a good idea? Too late.. the words already came out.
"If you're sure? I could go home. Let you have some privacy. Don't want to touch a nerve" he smirked out. This bastard.
"No, it's fine. It's not like you can't smoke the competition out on their home turf" See what I did there? I turned cigarettes and our grades on him in one fowl swoop. Granted, it was a far stretch. It really sounded better in my head. Damn, I'm lame.
"Ha, you're adorable" he said, smiling. My mom just mouthed awe, she's swooning over him. Are you serious?! I can feel my cheeks burning, my ears even. I plead with my mom through our eyes. Please help some how..
"Okay, come on in, you two. Alex, you have laundry to take care of anyway. I'll get you some drinks. Anyone in the mood for a snack?"
Danny looks to me, as mom pushes the door open, leaving it open for us while she head to the kitchen.
"Ah, sure mom. Thank you so much" I shove into the door then down the hall, to my room. Danny followed behind after shutting the door and saying thank you to my mom too. He really seems comfortable here.
The laundry basket was placed on my bed, prompting me to putt the clothes away before returning the basket next to my desk. Danny plopped himself onto my bed, he already pulled his backpack off, searching through it. He pulled out a binder labeled "Word Class". Really?? It's like he's highly intelligent but acts dumb or maybe that was easier than writing literature. Who knows. I sit next to him, pulling stuff out of my bag too. He reaches over, holding onto my thigh. It was simple, soft. He wasn't trying to hurt or claim me, it seemed like an instinct, like he had to. He didn't even notice he did it.
I can't focus, his hand on my thigh keeps this weird tingle on my skin under his hand. It's toying with my mind, can't take it.
He moves it to write his answers and take notes, but as he reads his hand stays on my thigh, this time he moved higher, shifting himself on the bed, he's got one leg on the bed, the other hanging to the side. He's leaning forward, focused on his book. I couldn't help it again.
I feel my hand reach up playing with his hair. He looked up smiling at me. God, why does he do that? He's too cute for his own good. Before I knew it, he was kissing the palms of my hand. He was gentle. Everything he did was gentle. His lips are so warm it feels like he warmed my whole body with that kiss.
What am I think? Before I could think anymore, Danny moved the books off his lap, he moved closer to me. His face was inches away from mine. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, without though, I placed a hand on his cheek. His breathe stopped as he pulled away from my cheek, he was looking into my eyes then glanced a bit lower. I knew what he wanted and.. something in me wanted it too. He bit his lip before moving in closer. Closing the gap, I press my lips to his.
He moved closer, pinning me back. His lips search for mine, he kisses me like he can't get enough. His kisses were slow, I can taste the cigarette but he's also sweet. His kisses are amazing. Deep, sweet, and slow.
My hands search his body, his rigid torso, toned, fit, sexy. He feels amazing against me, his strength is uncanny but his features are out of this world.
Then a knock erupted from the door, Danny fly off me so quick, he even managed to move his binder back in his lap.
"Coming in dear" she opened the door placing a tray on the nightstand smiled at his then walked back out. Just as quick as she left, Danny climbed back on. Firming pressing his lips against mine. While he runs his fingers through my hair he teasing his tongue against my lips, I pull him in, using my tongue to guide him in. He let out a light moan.
It was electric, I couldn't get enough. His hands are pulling my hair while pressing my lips into his more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He moans pressing his now stiff member against my center. Thing is, there's this crinkle noise under my thigh, it's paper so crumpled, it's picking me. I pull away, he doesn't wanna stop so he kisses my neck instead and the sensation distracts me, it feels like a surge of energy, tingling energy passed from his lips to my neck. The more his lips run over it, my legs tighten. Getting stabbed again I fight through the feeling and the bulge pressing into me, I reach in his pocket pulling out the paper. I would have thrown it on the floor, if I didn't see Sasha's name on it. I unfold it one handed, which is totally difficult with a guy on top trying to keep your attention, I open it to read what it says.
"is she a better fuck than Sasha; check yes or no" My heart sank into my stomach. Pushing him off me, I quickly get up wiping my lips off and pacing back and forth, throwing the paper at him. He sits up in shock.
"It's not what you think, please. I can explain"
"You should leave." I point to the door, I can't even look at him, tears are building up. If he doesn't leave soon, he will see me cry and that is not allowed. Don't show the enemy weakness. How could I forget.
"Please, I'm begging you..- he kneels in front of me, holding onto my legs- please.. it looks worse than it is" kicking him off my legs, I point at the door again.
"Leave, I'm not asking again" he lets out a sigh then stands up. He grabs his stuff, shoved it in his bag, then heads to the door. He stops in front of it, twisting to look at me. I look back at his eyes, they sync up, tears start dripping down my face.
"You're wrong what you think is going on. I seriously like you, that felt right and you know it. I can't control what others ask me, however I never answered. My intention was sex. I got caught up in the moment. I'm not sorry." With that he leaves and I'm not sure how to respond. I sit on the bed, trying to process what he said. It's only 4:30pm and I feel like going to bed for the rest of my life. Curling up to my pillow and blanket, tears seem to flow out.
What is his intentions? Why did I want to kiss him? I could have done more than that. We could have done more than that. Was he being honest? Or does he and Sasha have something going on against me?
The pain in my heart is frustrating, why do I care about him? He's just some stupid boy. He's not that sweet, or funny.. he's not even that witty. He's just a stupidly sly smirk wearing pain in the ass... who kiss still lingers on my lips. The way he tastes still lingering in my mouth.
Can I trust him?
#Authors note: Ha, not just yet. 😋 keep waiting..