"It's tradition!" Aaliyah insists.
"Yeah, on Christmas!" I correct her.
"Camila, it's bad luck to refuse a kiss under the mistletoe, regardless of the day." She tells me.
"Then I'll take the bad luck," Gladly.
"Oh, just kiss him already."
Frustration can be heard in her tone."Yeah, just kiss me already." Shawn chimes in with that devilish grin.
"Come on," Aaliyah whines. "Just one kiss."
"Fine." I give in knowing they wont. I don't even know why Aaliyah is so persistent with this. Shawn probably paid her or something.
In all honesty, though, and I wont admit it out loud, I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
I grab ahold of his biceps, ignoring how hard they feel and reach up on my tip-toes. He holds my hips for support as he smiles with a delighted and victorious look displayed on his beautiful face. He looks at my lips thinking I'm going to kiss his.
The bastard thinks he's won, thinking I'm finally going to kiss him.
Okay, so I planned to give him a little peck on the lips but now that he's looking at me like that... yeah, that's not happening.
I quickly make my move and kiss his cheek, the stubble that is on his face tickling my lips. And, I will admit, he does smell nice.
"There." I pull away.
"What?!" Aaliyah is the one upset.
"That wasn't a kiss."
"It was so." I argue. "It's how you would kiss him if you were under the mistletoe with him."
"Yeah, but I'm his sister!"
I shrug my shoulders and go to move away from him but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"Lucky for you, you're not my sister." Shawn says before his lips are on mine.
He holds one hand on the small of my back, pushing me towards him, and he thrusts his other hand into my hair, holding me in place.
I'm surprised at first and struggle to get away, but then I relax, close my eyes and allow him to kiss me.
He continues to move his lips against mine but I don't respond. I gasp when his hand reaches down and grabs my ass which allows him to stick his tongue inside my mouth.
I start feeling very warm and a bunch of tiny butterflies in my tummy along with dampness between my thighs.I've never been kissed like this before and it's making me feel things I've never felt before.
Every time he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, I bravely touch his tongue with mine but I keep my tongue inside my own mouth.
Shawn pulls me closer, kissing me deeper.
In a bold move, I raise my hands up slowly and hold the back of his neck. My body is now flush against his so I can feel every inch of his hard body, and I do mean every. hard. inch. His erection is digging into my stomach and making me squirm as I feel my wetness build.
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BitterSweet
Teen FictionNothing is as bittersweet as the boy who taste like forever but only stay the night.