Falter

Chapter 8 - strawberry kisses

HUNTER

I cannot believe I'm kissing her right now. I can't even believe she would let me in her apartment. I'm actually dreaming, am I? But her grip on my neck, the way she touches my chest like she wants to touch everything but failing, the way she pants when our kiss stops, the way she looks at me with those beautiful blue-gray eyes. She feels the same way too. She's attracted the same way I am to her. We're still fully clothed, but I feel like we're actually fucking. But with our mouths.

"I think I should go home." I said to her, I really think I should stop before I do something I'll regret.

"Why?" she sweetly asked, those plump and swollen lips, waiting to be kissed again.

"We should talk about this when we're sober."

"Aren't we?" she smiled, mocking me. She raked her hands through her sweaty hair and swept it to the side. She nodded and said, "Yeah, you're right."

Thank God.

"I already called a cab." Because I knew this was not gonna end the way I expected to but the universe never fails to amaze me sometimes.

"Yeah, sure." She said, straightening her black shirt. She looked disappointed and she's looking at her twisted fingers.

I touch her chin and lift her face to me. "Just know, I've never ever felt this way towards anyone. No one. Just you."

There goes my honesty. And she sweetly leaned into my hand. Our bubble of attraction was fazed by the honking of the cab that just arrived.

"Bye..." I say to her while opening the front door. Feeling like a jerk for what I did but I'll feel worse if I stay.

Long strides to get to the cab, I mentioned the name of the hotel and we're finally moving. I looked at Eliza's place getting smaller and smaller and then finally it disappeared from my view.

Was it a mistake to kiss her? We just met but the undeniable attraction between us is somewhat ridiculous. She even looked more beautiful in the heat of the moment. Hooded eyes, lips parted, pupils blown. If I hadn't had enough self control, I would take her right then and there, on that kitchen counter. But I thought otherwise and thank fuck I did not because I don't have a condom with me. It was a surprise. For me and my dick.

I need to think straight when it comes to her. It feels like if we act on whatever attraction we have for one another, it will leave us a tangled mess of emotions. And that would not be a professional way to potentially sky-rocket my career. She and I should definitely talk about it.

Few minutes into the car ride, my phone beeps.

Hey, we're at Ryle's, wanna join?

It was Stacey. One of my model friends that I get to hang out with every now and then. Most definitely she's with other models we commonly have runway walks with.

I typed sure and updated the address to the cabbie. He said he missed that street so he needs to turn back.

I hope I can get distracted by this party. I really do.

I entered this party still sober from 2 or 3 drinks I had at Skylar but Ryle is a big party hype, he's been giving me that red cup multiple times. It's okay. I wanted a distraction. While I'm sitting here on the brown leather couch, Avicii music blaring from the speaker, a table for beer pong and a group of people dancing to the music, I throw my head back. I don't think I can take anymore alcohol. My head's already spinning even when sitting down.

My eyes are closed but I can feel the weight beside me and that scent. Sweet scent of flowers. Too much for nostrils. I keep my eyes closed and can feel her fingers running up and down my arm. It's an unwelcome sensation. I ignored her and just kept my eyes closed. Then I can feel wet kisses from my neck to my ear.