Until Her...

Chapter Seventeen

"Norah...Norah" large hands gently shove me awake. My head is throbbing but at least the room's stopped spinning. My eyes blur for a moment before they regain clarity. I'm in someone's bed and Gabriel's sat right next to me, looking troubled.
"What happened?" I ask, not remembering anything past the third round of some game.
"You passed out" he says.
"Oh god" I drop my head into my hands completely mortified. "We didn't..." I ask unsure as to how I got into a bed, and why he's looking at me that way.
"Well, you're still dressed for starters. And unconscious girls aren't my thing. Here drink this, I'll help with the headache" he passes me a red cup full of water. I feel bad for implying, but I'm so unaware of what's going on, that I needed to check. 
"Where am I?" I ask him looking at this unfamiliar dark room.
"My room, I brought you in here when you collapsed me on" he tells me, while I gulp down my water. His bedroom is really nice, not like anything I've ever seen before, especially for a student. A large kingsize bed placed in the center of the room as a bookshelf covers an entire wall, filled with novels, photos, and decorative ornaments. A woman decorated it, as the grey and navy accent the room perfectly. His duvet is so warm and soft against my body.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten you to drink so much. It was stupid I should have known you didn't drink much" he looks apologetic, but he's good at pretending. The music has been turned down, and it's a lot quieter than before.
"Where is Avery?" I ask drinking large amounts of water and I start to feel a bit better.
"Xavier and Avery went looking for Eli" he says.
"Oh, okay" I say surprised. I thought she'd be the one to wake me up, not Gabriel.
"Don't worry your boyfriend will be back" he mocks, rubbing his palms against his legs.
"He's not my boyfriend" I snap and roll my eyes. If I wasn't still drunk and I had the energy, I'd be storming out of here, but I don't. Plus it's warm and comforting in his bed, even though it shouldn't be. 
"You sure? Cause you've been flirting with him all night" he accuses me.
"No I haven't"
"What was all that touching then? You were all over him" the bitterness clear on his voice.
"Why do you even care? You jealous?" I joke with him. Of course, he isn't, he just wants to piss me off.
"Maybe" his eyes watching me as he moves closer towards me. My breathing sharpens and my throat goes dry from his close proximity and confession. I wasn't expecting him to say that, and now I'm so confused. Is this part of his sick game. Or was he actually jealous by flirting with Xavier?
"Why?" I shift myself forward just like he did, suddenly wanting to eliminate the distance between us. 
He clears his throat, eyes wandering over my body as he continues to move towards me. "We're friends and you didn't even bother come and say hi" 
"Seriously? That's why you've been an asshole to me" I laugh at him.
"Why are you laughing at me?" he asks assertively, clearly annoyed by my outburst. But I can't help it,  he's an idiot.
"You're angry cause I didn't say hi to you. You do realise how absurd that is right. Honestly, you're something else" Gabriel's face reveals how much he hates me laughing at him, but I can't help it. And it makes me laugh even harder, listening to the absurdity of it all.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Have you lost your mind? I never know who the hell I'm getting when I talk to you. All those rude questions and harsh comments you directed at me were because you're angry I didn't say hi" Gabriel moves until he's only millimeters from me.
"Stop laughing at me" he says through gritted teet. I stare into his eyes, suddenly getting distracted in the deep sea of blue. His hands dominate either side of me, the close proximity pushing me down onto the mattress. My pulse rises and I swallow a deep gulp that's formed in my throat, completely shutting me up. What is he doing?
"If you laugh at me one more time" he playful warns me.
"What are you going to do about it?" I challenging and flirting at the same time. What is going on with me? All of my inhibitions have gone out of the window, and all I want is for him to kiss me. I keep wanting to kiss him, even though I hate him. I don't even understand it myself. He's so confusing. 
He looks me up and down and says, "There's a lot of things I want to do to you right now"
We've suddenly gone from anger to flirting. I don't know if it's the alcohol or how hot he looks tonight, but I can't help ignore my lust for him. Instead, I'm overtaken by something different. Desire, and I want him bad.
"So do it then" I invite him. I bite my bottom lip, from the anticipation and nerves.
"Don't do that" he tells me, eyes wild as he stares at my lips.
"Do what?" I play stupid, and I bite my lip again. I can play games too.
"That" he stares at my lips and then moves to look at my eyes, "You're so different tonight"
"How?" I ask unsure if it's a compliment or not. His eyes scan the part of my body that's not covered a duvet.
"How you look and how you're acting. It's just...different" I suddenly feel extremely self-conscious, so I pull my arms up trying to cover myself.
"Don't, don't do that. Not with me" he says, grabbing my wrist and pushing them away from my body, exposing my frame again. His touch ignites me, and I desperately want to feel him. His hand moves over my hips, brushing softly and slowly up my cold skin. Even the slightest contact surrenders me to him. I look into his eyes and watch as they look around my face. They move from my eyes to my mouth, up and over again. Before I can say anything his lips suddenly collide with mine, taking me by complete and utter surprise. We've just been arguing and now he's kissing me? I get that we were flirting but I thought he was just doing it for a bit of fun, that I was the one who wanted this. But now he's kissing me and our hands are moving against each other's bodies, and it doesn't feel strange. In fact, I'm needing more and more, so I push myself up off the bed to bringing me closer to him. This is stupid I know, but I don't care cause it feels so good. Electricity and fire both radiate through my body, just from the touch and taste of him. My lips part as his tongue slides into my mouth hard, moving perfectly against mine. It's like he needs to feel all of me, just like I do him, and the sensation takes every inch of me. I start to move back against the mattress and he follows me, crawling on top. His lips and hands trace my skin as he caresses me. My hands reach the bottom of his shirt and I pull it off him, exposing the muscles that cover on his entire body. I stare at the perfect muscular frame, not too much and not too little, just perfect. He reaches behind me and lifts me up, so I'm straddling him. He kisses me gently this time and were savoring each other. I could escape in his kiss and never come back for air. Getting lost in my need for him. The way his body moves against mine, how his hands make me feel. It's like he's claiming me and it drives me crazy.
"Norah" he whispers, as his hand pulls my hair back breaking our lips and exposing my neck. I live for him saying my name, but I like it even more in this instance. His lips trace down my neck as my hands run over his bare chest. I whimper against him, for I'm completely lost in him. He goes to pulls my top off and relishes in the sight of me in my black bra. Normally I'd feel self-conscious being this exposed, but looking at the way he's admiring me, I don't feel that way.
His eyes move to the dark ink etched on my skin, "Miss goody to shoes has a tattoo"
"I have a few actually" I roll my eyes. He's still making digs while were in the middle of this? I always cover up so nobody would see them as there well hidden.
"You didn't get one down there did you?" he points between my legs with a disgusted look on his face, clearly messing around. His fingers move down my thighs and strokes the top of my legs. A thousand thoughts consume my mind from his touch, but they disappear as soon as I look in his eyes.
"No" I giggle at his comment.
Goosebumps cover my skin as his one hand traces the tattoo, as the other wraps into the curls of my hair.
"A heart with roses inside" he tells me as if I didn't already know what it was. It's small, two inches maybe and it's placed on my ribcage. A black heart, inside of it are three black roses and a single yellow one.
"Why?"
"Reasons" I don't like drunk me as my walls are significantly lowered, but this is private and I won't talk about it with him.
"Tell me, please" he forcefully asks. Still running his fingers over my tattoo, his hand very close to my bare breast.
"No" I snap away from him, no longer wanting him to touch it. I don't want to tell him, it's too personal and too painful.
"Come on just tell me" and he starts tickling me saying, "Come on, just tell me ... Come on tell me"
I'm getting angry, this was a bad idea doing this with him. I should have known he'd ask questions about it, he clearly loves asking rude and personal questions.
"STOP" I shout at him, breaking him from his playful actions. I just off the bed putting distance between us. He looks confused by my sudden change of demeanor, no longer being the flirty carefree version I was before. I grab at the blanket that's on top of the bed, and I place it against my body to hide my exposure.
"What? What did I do" he stands up looking at me shocked and confused.
"Just don't do that ok" I snap at him as he goes to touch me.
"What... touch you? I'm sorry I didn't mean too..." he doesn't know how to react so he steps back from me.
"No, not that"
"Then what? What the hell is going on?" he starts getting annoyed at me. I wrap my arms covering my tattoo, but he notices my protective gesture.
"Your tattoo" he asks searching my face, and I watch as his tension loosens and he walks towards me. I reach out and grab my top, putting it on so I'm no longer exposed.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry" he says reaching out to me.
"Just forget you even saw it. Better yet, forget any of this even happened" I say before he can touch me and I go to leave his bedroom. As I open the door, his hand slams it closed again.