What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 64- My Family Is Immature

Chapter 64- My Family Is Immature

Were we still making out?

Heck yes!

Our lips couldn't have enough of each other's, as we were so comfortable.

I drunkenly stumbled back from his affection into his room with his neck bent forward as sparks struck through our souls. Perfectly intoxicating, passion ignited as my head spun from the lack of air I received.

Unlike the way he tasted minty the first time we ever kissed, this time his lips were stimulated with a dangerous addicting taste of apples that no one could discover. Everything just became fuzzy, like I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I didn't need to worry no more, or create scenarios where we were together. Now, those scenarios and dreams all became true because he was all mine.

My hands investigated beneath that thin shirt of his, sensing all of his muscles tense under my touch, and discovering how polished his skin really was. It was like I couldn't spot a single hair on that stainless body as he crushed me against it.

His electric touch.

His buttery scent.

His delicate kisses.

And his eyes that said that I was finally home.

Everything was just perfectly perfect.

In this very point in time, it all was just flawless, and I didn't want to wake up. My existence depended on him now, like he was the missing piece to my life all this time. Even his name dotted my mind as we travelled to our utopia, converting carbon dioxide back into oxygen.

He's so yummy!

Just as I thought nothing more could get any better, in one motion he began to plant butterfly kisses along my jaw, marking his territory. The gravity was sucked out of the atmosphere when he brushed his lips down my neck, unravelling my sweet spot for him to linger. Nibbling on my lower lip to prevent myself from moaning by this sinful sensation, I screwed my eyes shut.

Would it be too early if I rip his shirt off?

It wasn't long until my legs broke into noodles, losing balance as my socks skimmed the hardwood floor. Before I knew it, I was yelping as I dragged Adrian down with me.

Clash!

Our heads ricocheted off each other's like ping pong balls filled with concrete, disturbing this haze. I hissed harshly, squinting my eyes at the blow as Adrian fell to the side, pressing a hand to the spot where it began to go all red.

REALLY MILA? YOU DIDN'T JUST HEADBUTT HIM!

"Milaaaaaa," rasped Adrian, clutching his forehead as if his brain was going to spill out. "You should've just said that you didn't want to kiss me ... not fricking headbutt me!"

I scrunched my nose, continuously rubbing away the aching pain as it began to ease. "What are talking about? If I didn't want to kiss you, you think I'd hurt myself in the process?"

"I don't know what you'd think at this point," he mumbled to himself, sitting up on the bed with me.

"Well are you okay at least?" I removed his hand away to look at the small, angered skin. "Did you manage to get yourself a booboo?"