Chasing The Bad Boy

Chapter 21- Being The Bad Boy's Girlfriend.

Chapter 21- Being The Bad Boy’s Girlfriend.

I’m pretty sure that I’ve already described what Zach’s kisses do to me. But just to enhance the effect of what’s happening right now, I’m going to do the honors. With his lips pressed against mine and his hands glued to me, I lose any semblance of control that was left. Almost immediately, my hands find their way to his neck, pushing my body closer to his and tangling my fingers in his messed up hair. His hold on my waist tightens and his other hand that’s on the nape of my neck is now slowly stroking its fingers on the skin there, which, might I add, is driving me absolutely crazy. I was supposed to be mad at him for being such a jerk. I was supposed to ask him questions as to why he made that stupid bet but it seems that I’ve forgotten everything, the moment he started kissing me.

His fingers deliberately push my shirt up and he rests his hand on the exposed skin at my waist and I gasp at the touch. Taking this opportunity, he deepens the kiss as his tongue darts out almost immediately. He’s crushing my body into his and at the same time pushing me back onto the bark of the tree. If that bark is scraping my back then I don’t even care right now. Because this kiss is different from the ones we’ve shared before. The others were never with my consent. Yes, I had kissed him back a few times but it lasted for no more than a few seconds. But this one is longer, it has various emotions flooding out; ones that we’ve pushed aside for a long time. This kiss is sweeter, its urgent and its demanding.

If that isn’t a turn on, I don’t know what is.

It’s the basic survival instinct of breathing that makes us pull apart. We’re both panting and my lips are still tingly from the kiss. His hands are still around my waist and his body is still pressed as tightly and closely against mine. I’m in heaven. But there’s things we have to talk about and my being turned on isn’t going to help this situation. Also, there is no way that I can let him know how badly he’s affected me just now because that’s only going to inflate his wall of China sized ego and I don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“Why did you make that bet?” I ask him straight out, not wasting any more time. He looks at me from where he’s been staring at the ground and his eyes search through mine to see if I’m going to let go of him. Evidently, his hold tightens as if he’s scared that I’ll run away if he lets go. I don’t mind it even though I’m pretty sure I won’t run away after that kiss.

“Because if I hadn’t, Jay would have made you his girlfriend,” he answers and I stare at him as if he’s grown another head.

For being a cocky bad boy, he’s seriously dumb.

“Did he not do that anyway?” I shoot back at him with my eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, but I made sure he didn’t take advantage of you. Because he would’ve done that. You broke up before he could do much damage. I liked you since the night you returned from your date with him. Jay’s hand was on the intercom and you two were kissing. I realized that it made me jealous; extremely jealous…”

A smile grazes my lips as I hear his words.

“…That’s why I interrupted you guys. I couldn’t take it. At first I thought that it was just because I didn’t like Jay and the fact that he stole you away from me, but then I realized that it was all because I had feelings for you. I hadn’t realized that I liked you when I made that bet. I could’ve made him lose the bet in an instant but I let him have you. Because otherwise, you wouldn’t have realized what an ass he is. You were like a love-sick puppy around him and as much as I hated that fact, I wanted you to see things for yourself. From my side, the bet was never about who wins you in the end. It was about making you realize that not all guys that seem good are knights in shining armor. And not all bad boys are as stone-hearted as we seem.