Apartment 4F

17: How to almost lose one's virginity again, to the same guy

Disclaimer: Slightly mature.

Dylan was kissing her.

After that one time he had kissed her in public to prove a point, she wondered whether she would ever know the feel of those lips against hers again.

And now, she had it - all of it. His mouth, soft yet firm. The intoxicating taste on alcohol on his breath. One strong arm across her back, caging her against his chest. The other tangled in her hair, angling her head so he could gain better access.

She had long realised that Dylan was one of those who naturally excelled at many things, with innate skill and a bit of practice. Kissing was no different. Even in a drunken state, he kissed her expertly. Long, indecent kisses that desecrated her self-control.

Before she knew it, she was kissing him back. Desperately. As she pressed into him, he made a little noise at the back of his throat, in between a grunt and a moan - a soft, dark sound that reverberated through her and made her insides tighten. Warm, roving hands slipped under her sweater dress, and the strange ache inside her intensified. The way he touched her making her want impossible things.

He was the first to break the kiss, his dark eyes imploring, as though silently asking permission. Slowly, she nodded her head.

At her acquiescence, his mouth captured hers once again, in a blistering hot kiss that left her gasping for air. Flipping her onto her stomach, Dylan didn't even bother to undress them fully; he hiked up her dress, pulling her underwear to the side and shoving down his boxers. She could feel the tip of him poised at her entrance, and she sucked in a breath, bracing herself...

But at the crucial moment, he pulled back.

"No," she heard him say.

Huh. No? Half-naked beneath him, Yue craned her neck to look up at him.

"No," he muttered again, shaking his head. His eyes hazy and unfocused. "Not like this." He lifted himself off her, collapsing onto the mattress.

She lay there trembling, even after he had fallen back into slumber.

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"Why the f- did I drink so much last night?" Dylan wondered aloud as he stumbled out of his room the next day. He squinted against the light. And when his eyes adjusted to the scene before him, he froze.

Yue was in her favourite armchair eating breakfast, her legs tucked neatly under her. As though she had never left. He blinked stupidly, expecting the mirage to disappear. But it continued to sit there, eating cereal.

Dressed in an outfit he had never seen her in before - an oversized black sweater and black thigh high socks - she looked so goddamn sexy he couldn't think straight.

"Er... hi," he said lamely, once he had located his voice.

"Hi," she replied without looking up, continuing to chew her food. Beside her, Caesar and Darren were playing video games on the couch.

What was she doing here? Had she decided to come back for good? Dylan threw Caesar a wide-eyed look, silently mouthing what the fa.

The unhelpful bastard just shrugged. "What happened to you last night? You looked fine when I tucked you in."

"I don't know - what happened last night?"

At this, Yue finally looked up.

"... You don't remember what happened last night?" She asked, her voice even. As though it was a statement and not a question.