Caleb followed me upstairs and we found an empty room, luckily the last one. It seemed like a guest room in Mason's house. We two walked in and Caleb locked the door as I went and sat onto the edge of the bed. He stood leaning against the door, staring at me.
"What?" I asked, smiling shyly.
"Nothing, just looking...at you." He said as pursed his lips and removed his jacket.
"What do you wanna do?" I hushed.
He walked towards the bed and sat next to me, closely. He looked into my eyes, held my hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "You like me, don't you?"
My heart was racing and my body had warmed up. I did not want to waste any time in talking so I just listened to my body say. I slowly moved forward towards his face and kissed him on the cheek as I traced my fingers on his thigh. He held my body by the hip and pulled me closer. I came back onto my feet and stood in front of him. We gazed into each other's eyes before I sat onto him and wrapped my thighs around his body. He then gently held me by my back with one hand and he put another one into my curled hair. I was breathing heavily as our bodies grew closer and our faces were right in front of each other.
I could feel wetness pooling in my core as he admired the rounded curve of my butt with his soft hands. I couldn't resist, I could actually feel something stirring inside my chest. Our last kiss just made me want another one. Our lips soon mashed against each other's, roughly yet passionately, as if he were to flatten out my mouth. I hungrily pushed my tongue in, making way past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. I gripped to his long hair while he held my body close to his tightly. I could feel millions of butterflies in my stomach and my heart skipping beats as I cherished kissing the guy I believed I loved.
We fell onto the bed and our grip only grew tighter. We were busy ruthlessly making out when someone banged onto the door, aggressively. "Who the fuck has gotten into my room!" screamed the guy.
"It must be Mason!" whispered Caleb as he immediately pulled away.
I got up and said, "What do we do now?" as Mason or who ever still continued banging on the door.
"Shit." sighed Caleb.
"I'll hide behind the door, and as soon as he enters, you keep him busy and I'll rush out." I whispered.
"He can't know about us."
Why not? Why did Caleb have a problem with people knowing that we were together?
"Open the motherfucking door, who ever's in there!!" continued the person on the other side of the door.
"Let's work your plan." ordered Caleb.
I stood behind the door as he counted down with his fingers and hastily opened the door at 'one'.
"Caleb, right? What the fuck were you doing here?" said Mason aggressively as he pushed Caleb on his chest.
"Man, I was using the washroom. Locked it because- I thought my friends would come in- and prank me. I don't know, sorry."
"This is my room, you chicken, get out!" said Mason while taking a few steps inside, leaving enough space for me to go. I ran down the stairs, back to where everyone was there, many even more drunk now.
I gave out a huge sigh of relief but I couldn't stop but wonder why Caleb said that he didn't want anyone to know. Surprisingly, I spotted Rachel in the crowd and even more surprisingly, she was without Damien. We two left the party and spent an hour talking, sitting on the grass in a near by garden. I told her about how I finally made out, that too so sensually.
I checked my phone battery and it was about to die and the clock was almost at 10 o' clock. Suddenly, my phone buzzed to having received texts from Valencia. Hey, where are you? Did you leave? I was looking for you.My head hurt and I wanted to go home. Being exhausted, I ignored her texts. Rachel drove me home and she help me freshen up. I settled onto my bed.
"Don't leave, please." I said.
"What do you want me to do otherwise? Sleep over?"
"Yep. C'mere. My head hurts."
"Will we cuddle and sleep?" she laughed.
"My bed's large enough, stop complaining.'
"Fine."
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Everything Led Me To You - [Underwriting]
Romance"The troubles of adolescence eventually all go away - it's just like a really long bad cold." I'm Skylar Fisk, a perplexed teenager who turned 17 the last summer. I'd always had everything that a teenager needs to live a life that is not confusing...