Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

STELLA

When we arrived at Will's house, there was a note hanging on the door. 

"My mom doesn't get home from work until midnight," Will pulled the note off the door. "At least according to the note she left."

"That's alright." I said as Will unlocked the door. 

"So this is my place." Will says as I walked through the door. 

My breath hitched in my throat. It was beautiful. 

"Oh my gosh." I breathed. Will just laughed. 

"And," Will led my up the stairs and pushed a black door open. "This is my room."

It had grey walls with drawings taped everywhere. Art supplies littered the desk, but besides that everything else was in tact and the bed was made. 

"Its actually..." I paused. "Clean."

Will chuckled. "Wow. I'll take that as a compliment."

He led the way to the kitchen. "Do you need anything to drink?"

"Nope."

"You tired?" Will asks, washing his hands. 

"A little." I say, yawning. 

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"Gosh, Will, is this 20 questions?" I laugh. "And no."

I text my mom to say that I was at Will's. I slip my phone into my pocket before Will picks me up. "Will!" 

He takes me up the stairs and plopped me down on his bed. He proceeds to grab a t-shirt and throw it to me. 

"Put this on," He continues, turning his back to me. "Let me know when your changed."

"Will?" I ask.

"Yeah?" He turns around. 

"So," I take steps closer to him. "Is it alright if I stay here? Tonight?"

"Yeah, of course." Will gave me a light smile. 

I walked forward until we were an inch apart. His eyes flick to my lips, then back to my eyes. Asking a question that I would have an answer to. In response, I placed my lips gently on his. Using my hands, I guided him back until he reached the side of the bed. 

"Stell, what are you-"

I cut him off by pushing him down onto the bed before climbing on top of him. I was still wary of his rib cage. I pulled his shirt up, high enough to see his scars. I glance up at Will to find his blue orbs staring up at me. 

"You know," I say, inching his shirt up farther. "No matter what anyone else says, I think scars are highly attractive."

"Really?" Will smirks, pulling his shirt off. "I thought you were tired."

I unbutton my shirt in one quick motion. "I'm not tired of you."

"Right," Will flips me over so that he's on top. "Its clinically impossible to get tired of me."

And then he's kissing me. My hands are roaming. His hair, his shoulders, his waist. My hands don't know when to stop. I want everything, I need everything all at once. 

Will pulls away. "Stella, are you sure-"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Your perfect, Stella." Will caressed my cheek with his thumb. 

And for the first time, I believed it. 

We were a tangle of arms, legs, and lips. It was impossible to stop. We couldn't get enough of each other.  His soft kisses lining my neck, my hands exploring the dips and valleys in his back. His lips grazing my body, my hands running through his hair. 

Time froze, into a perfect, sexy blur that I wont forget. 

And I don't think that he would forget either.