No Turning Back (Rewrite)

Chapter 7

Watching a movie in the theatre is the epitome of relaxation. The dim lighting, the reclining chairs, and the big ass screen never fail to put me at ease. That is, when I don't have an extra body attached to my hip.

Mia's sugary scent wafted through my nose. Her petite body was crushed against my side. Blonde tendrils tickled my chin as she shifted her head. Glossed lips pecked small kisses at my neck.

I stiffened from the unwanted contact. Fidgeting, I glanced around at my friends. All of them were enveloped in heated kisses with their own dates. Even Conner had his tongue down his dark-haired vixen's throat.

Mia grasped my jaw between her manicured fingers and harshly turned my head towards hers. Abruptly, she crashed her lips against mine. Her small tongue intruded between my lips and entered my mouth without proper permission. My eyes grew wide as she searched for my tongue and animalistically dominated the small muscle.

Her lips blocked my air vents, prohibiting my quickened breaths from getting the air I needed. She nearly climbed on top of me, pushing me against the arm rest of our cushioned recliner. Her hands slowly slipped down from my chest to my jeans. Eagerly, she slipped her hand into my pants and dragged her fingertips along my waistline.

"Mia," I said between her kisses. I stopped her hand from going any further. "Mia, wait a second."

She pulled away with a sigh. "What?"

"I...I have to use the bathroom." Gently, I pushed her off me. "I'll be right back."

A sly smile crossed her lips. "Want me to come?" She glanced down at my pants. "Maybe I can help with your problem."

I don't know why I checked. I knew there wasn't a bulge there. Still, I had to be sure. "I'm alright. I'll be back in a minute." I rose from my seat and squeezed past the row of kissing couples.

The brightly lit hallway blurred my already wobbly vision. Despite the spinning shapes and colors, I managed to find the men's rest room. Thankfully, it was empty.

I leaned my hands on the counter and took control of my uneven breaths. One, two, three... My heart raced in my chest, slamming against my ribcage like an animal trying to escape. Four, five, six... The muscles in my knees grew weak. Seven, eight, nine... Why was the room still spinning when my eyes were shut? Ten, eleven, twelve... My stomach rolled in uneasy circles. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

The bathroom door slammed open. I recomposed myself and glanced at the young boy walking in. Quickly, I turned the faucet on and pretended to wash my hands. The boy didn't give me a second glance as he entered a stall.

I exhaled a shaky breath. "Come on, Daniel," I whispered to myself. "Get yourself together." I rolled my shoulders and feigned a smile in the mirror. The movie was almost over. I could keep Mia at bay for another twenty minutes. Right?

Wrong. Instead of immediately returning to the theatre, I retreated to the long concession line. I brought myself a pack of Sour Patch Watermelons.

By the time I'd finished paying for the candy, people were exiting the theatre. I spotted my friends, all with their arms wrapped around their dates, smiling and chuckling as they made their way through the lobby. Mia followed a few steps behind the group. Her arms were crossed, and a sour frown was pasted on her lips.

"Hey," I said as I approached her. "Sorry, I took so long. I..." I held out the box of candy. "I brought you some candy."

A smile tugged at her lips. "Thanks," she said.

To appease her, I lay a soft kiss on her lips.

Scarlet painted her porcelain cheeks. She scooted closer to me and wrapped her tiny hand around mine.