August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
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Impulsive. Showing behavior in which you do things suddenly without any planning and without considering the effects they may have.
That's the definition of my action, the one I shouldn't have done but couldn't stop myself from doing. It was a reckless, thoughtless, and impulsive move fueled by the burning desire for him. I didn't think about the consequences, nor the effect it might have. Better yet, I didn't think at all for one split second. However, that second passed, and now I'm standing on the tip of my toes, my hands are cupping his cheeks, my eyes are squeezed shut, my lips are pressed against his, and every single one of my thoughts crash back into my brain when he doesn't kiss me back.
SHIT.
I lower myself back on my feet to break away from the touch but on instinct, his body bends with me, his arms clasp around my waist and pull me closer as he pushes his lips harder on mine. My muscles relax under his touch, letting him fold my body against his like a puzzle piece. My fingers slide into his hair. His lips part and I slip my tongue inside of his mouth as I tug on his messy curls. The vibration of his low groan ripples through me, unfurling waves of heat inside of me. They travel from my mouth to my nipples, scattering sparks of electricity all over my skin. His hand slides down and disappears under my skirt. He squeezes my ass cheek and a moan escapes my throat. His body freezes. His hand vanishes from my skin as he abruptly takes a step back. I stumble backward from his sudden movement and my eyes clatter with his shocked expression.
My heart is hammering against my sternum. I try to fathom what is happening, what I've done but my mind is a wild storm of thoughts and I'm drowning. He rubs his stubble beard before running his fingers through his hair, clearly in distress.
Oh god, what have I done?
His jaws clench as he presses his balled fist against his lips as if he wants to erase the feeling of my touch. He turns away from me as he deeply inhales. His head falls back and a hissed 'fuck' rushes through the room before he spins around with great force, snatches me by the neck, and smacks his lips back on mine. My lower back collides with the sink and I gasp from the sudden impact. He takes advantage of my parted lips and slips his tongue inside, hungrily exploring my mouth. My upper body is hovering over the sink from the push of his eager kisses. His fingers slip under the towel serving as a top and trail up my spine. After they make their way back down, they move to my thighs and with one swift movement, he lifts me onto the counter of the bathroom sink. I suck in a breath when my bare skin touches the cold surface, the cool temperature sending goosebumps down my arms. I spread my legs, allowing him to step in between my thighs. I slide my arms around his shoulder, link my legs around his hips and tug him closer to the pooling heat between them. His hips clash with mine and my breath hitches when the bulge in his jeans rocks against my clit. He tears his lips away and rests his forehead against mine. His heavy breaths tickle my mouth and when I tilt my head to erase the remaining distance between us, he moves away. He slowly shakes his head against mine but he doesn't untangle himself from my hold. Instead, his fingertips dig deep into the skin of my upper thighs as he heaves a sigh.
