Temptation | COMPLETED

Chapter 8

His kisses are intoxicating. They render me speechless every time, without fail.

And this time was no exception.

He walked us backwards a few steps until I was pressed against the door. His hands came up to the sides of my face, as if to hold me in place.

I was so drunk on his touch that I didn't know if my mind was racing, or if it was completely blank. He was devouring me with this kiss.

He was ruining me.

After a few seconds, he broke the kiss and removed his hands from my face and placed them on the door behind me on either side of my head.

"So fucking frustrating." He stated, kissing me again.

Breaking the kiss once more, he rested our foreheads against each other.

"So fucking tempting." He added, bringing our lips together again.

The breaks in between kisses were giving my brain time to catch up, time to think. My mind was yelling at me, reminding me of the words he said to me in the bathroom at Jays party.

'You make it too easy. Next time maybe try arguing a little bit before you give in.'

Bringing my hands up to his chest, I broke the kiss and pushed him back, causing him to take a couple steps away from me. After a few seconds of silence filled with our heavy breathing, I worked up the courage to look up and into his eyes.

"Noah, you have to stop doing this. I don't want this, and I don't want you." I said, turning to the door and pulling it open.

"You and I both know that's not true." He insisted.

"Well, I wish it was." I threw back at him before walking out of the door.

****

Making my way back to the field, I noticed that everyone was packing up and getting ready to leave.

"Hey, T. Sorry it took so long, I got ambushed in the girls locker room." I said quietly so only she would hear me.

"Seriously? God, does he have any boundaries?" Taylor said as Clay came up to us, taking a sip out of his water bottle.

"What are we talking about?" He asked.

"Seems like our dear old Noah can't take the hint. Dude cornered her in the girls locker room." She scoffed.

"Don't worry, I set him straight." I assured them.

"You sure about that?" Clay said, gesturing over my shoulder.

Turning around, I should have known that he'd be staring. I guess I've gotten so used the feeling of his eyes on me that I just don't notice anymore.

"Can we go, please? I don't wanna be here anymore." I groaned as I threw my bag over my shoulder and started speed walking to the parking lot.

****

Avoiding Noah the next couple of days was fairly easy.

Considering he had stopped trying to talk to me.

I should be happy, right? He was finally leaving me alone like I asked him to. I mean shit, the guy really was dedicated to the cause, he wouldn't even look at me. No matter how many times I told myself that I wanted this, that this is what was best from now on, there was still a small part of me that was questioning my decision.

And that small part of me was very, very loud.

A few times I caught my self zoning out during class with thoughts of me and Noah in the bathroom. Ok, I did that a lot actually. He would walk by me in class on the way to his desk and I would smell his cologne and it would completely take over my mind. I couldn't help it, he just smelled so damn good.