Endless love (Discontinued)

Chapter 17: drunk

(Betty's POV)

I had never felt this free up until the moment when I was drunk in that bar with Sweetpea. All my problems seemed to vanish if I just kept drinking.

"Imagine me dancing to you like these girls there," I said to Sweetpea and giggled.

"God, your giggle is so cute," Sweetpea said and stroked one strand of my hair behind my ear. My cheeks heated up and I blushed heavily, surprised by him being this gentle.

His touch started reactions in my body, I was desperate for him.
"And I would certainly like it, if you would dance for me."

Sweetpea's eyes turned darker. If I had been sober, I would have never done what I did then. I started dancing. As sexy as I could, I moved my hips to the beat of the music.

His eyes observed what I was doing and suddenly he pulled me on his lap. His hands were wrapped around my waist.

"Why don't we go somewhere else?" He whispered in my ear and I smiled at him, as turned on as he seemed to be, recognizing his obvious bulge.
"I'll follow."

Sweetpea gently moved me from his lap so I could stand again and I brushed over my dress to make sure it looked as good as I felt. We went outside of the Whyte Wyrm and then we started running. After just a little bit I spotted a barn.

It was dark but I didn't care, I was just longing for Sweetpea to touch me again.

Inside the barn he pulled me to him, his arms were wrapped around my waist again. In his eyes I could read the same lust I was feeling.

I felt a bit sick; the alcohol and the running probably weren't the best combination but I pushed it away and looked longingly into his eyes.

His look was breathtaking, he filled me with desire until he finally connected our lips.
I closed my eyes.
Sweetpea's fingertips touched my back and suddenly my skin was on fire. I got goosebumps from the way his hands touched my body. He pulled me closer any second and I couldn't breathe.

Not only because we were so close, also because I was overwhelmed by the feelings that he caused in me. The butterflies in my tummy were dancing like they never had before.

His tongue touched my lower lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth and I gave it to him. Everything, I gave him everything. All the pressure, the longing, the loneliness.

And he held me, he kissed the pain away.

After some time, we had to pull away and lose touch because we couldn't breathe and because I suddenly felt very sick. I turned away from him and threw up.

I had never thrown up like in that moment, it just didn't stop. I felt his hand holding my hair, and his other hand wrapped around my waist to hold me.

When finally, everything had left my body I broke down, Sweetpea sat me down and held me in his arms. He didn't say anything and neither did I. We just tried to keep the moment but after I had thrown up it didn't feel like before.

Sweetpea stood up and then asked: "Can you walk? I'm going to drive you home, okay?" I nodded, feeling too sick to answer.

When we got back to the Whyte Wyrm he sat me down on his motorbike and then took the seat in front of me. I wrapped my hands around his waist and closed my eyes again. The feelings of that kiss came back to me but I couldn't talk. So we silently drove to my home.

"Do you have a key?" Sweetpea whispered and I nodded, took out the key and opened the door.
He just stood there not making any move to come with me.

"Stay...," I told him and my voice even broke with that one word. I could barely keep my eyes open so I held onto him when he walked me upstairs and lay me down in my bed.

"Should I undress you and get you in some pajamas?" Sweetpea looked at me curiously and awkwardly sat down next to me. I shook my head and told him to lay down next to me.

Nothing happened that night, we just slept next to each other. His hands wrapped around me, holding me.

When I woke up the next day, he was gone.