Twisted Love

Chapter 3

James passionately pressed his lips against mine and before I could register what was going on, my brain started to follow his lead and kiss back. His lips were soft and plump and moved in perfect sync with mine. It felt amazing. He kissed me slow and soft and he tasted like November, like hot chocolate on a stormy evening and crisp autumn air.

He slightly bit my bottom lip and I gasped, giving his tongue entrance into my mouth. Boy was this guy slick. Our tongues danced together in harmony while one of his hands cupped my face and his free hand began moving from my waist to my lower torso.

The kiss started to pick up pace and his kisses became more lustful and greedy. I felt him squeeze my ass then he pulled me in closer and tighter, and then I froze, realising where this was going. I pushed him away instantly, anger washing over me like a tsunami. He looked flustered due to my actions. Of course; playing innocent I see?

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I shout at him.

"W-what?" he stutters.

"Don't play innocent with me. I know you want to get me into bed. Surprised you didn't drug me first," I fired at him.

"That wasn't my intention at all. Please let me explain," he pleads.

"Please save it. I'm not in for any stories right now," I say and walk away.

I start pushing past people, starting to not care more and more. How could James think so low of me? He really thought he could sleep with me that easily? I was right all along. He wasn't being nice for the fun of it, but because he was aiming to get what he wanted. I bounce into a male's chest and almost fall back. I was so unprepared for that.

I look up and am greeted with the guy from school who was checking me out.

"Sorry," we both say at the same time.

"It's fine darling. I'm Cristiano, and I've been wanting to speak to you for a while now. "Cuál es tu nombre, bonita?" he asks.

"Luna. I could tell. I've seen you stare shamelessly."

"Is there a problem with that?" his hot breath lingers on my face, making it tingle and it is then I realise our close proximity. I try to take a step back but a drunk girl pushes past at the same time and I am pushed back onto his chest. I mentally cuss her out and look up slowly to meet his light brown chocolate eyes. The room was dimly lit but they were clear as day.

"Yes. I am not an object or one of those whores that you can just stare at like a dog without any respect and expect me to be okay with it. Now if you will please leave me be." I say and try to swerve around him, but it is no use. I look at him with an annoyed expression and try to swerve him once more but fail.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"To take you out."

Is he being serious right now? It's like he wasn't listening to a word I just said. He obviously has no care or respect so I did not hesitate to reject him. He looked at me with willing eyes and grabs onto my wrist tightly then pulls me through the crowded house. He takes me outside onto the lawn and finds a bench under a medium sized tree.

"Sit," he commands.

I look at him amused, and cross my arms. "Wow. You are disrespectful and delusional. Good bye."

I start walking off only to feel his hands on my shoulders pressing tightly, making me unable to move.

"What is it with you and holding people back?" I say and try to face him but I am locked so tightly I could not turn around.

"Please listen. I am sorry for disrespecting you. If I let you go, will you stay?" He pleas.

I contemplated for a second, then answered, "Fine. But only if you promise to be more respectful and not a dick. I mean it. One slip up and I will leave."

"Deal," he says and let me go.

We both take a seat on the bench, and an awkward silence washes upon us until I decide to break it.

"Why did you want to talk to me?"

"Well, you seem like an interesting girl and I just wanted to get to you know."

"Why?" I deadpanned.

"I just said why."

"Watch the attitude."

"What?" He asks confused.

"Just joking," I reply chuckling.

What in the world is wrong with me?

He seems amused by my silliness and it makes me smile knowing I made him smile. Wait why do I care if I made him smile?

"So is it a yes?" He asked, and I could see some sort of emotion behind his eyes, illuminated by the star lights peeking through the tree. An emotion I could not decipher.

He looked beautiful. Wait no, boys can't be beautiful. Handsome I guess.

I hadn't realise I was staring until he spoke up again, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Take a picture, they last longer," he said grinning.

I couldn't help but laugh and smack his arm.

"So it's a yes? Great! I'll be taking you tomorrow night at seven. Be as pretty as you are now," he rushed and got up, starting to leave.

"Wait! You don't even have my address," I said.

He turned around with a smirk on his face and I realised what had just happened. Damn, he was good. Not like I wasn't going to say yes anyways.

A.N

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