Devil on the Rooftop [Book 1]

Chapter 47 - Arisa

My lips were inches from his but we didn't make contact, not right away. Our breaths filled in the silence and then our heads budded against each other. He smelled so good I could hardly believe it. I kept my gaze on him, refusing to shy away from the choice I had made. Loyal was a complicated person—with irrefutable intentions and plans. He was called many things at Jackheights, and although those names were designed to instil fear, they added to my curiosity instead. He was the way that he was for a reason and I wanted to peel back his layers and relearn those misunderstood parts of him.

His mouth gently pressed over mine. I carefully kissed him back. Our lips parted for a brief second as we both acknowledged our attraction towards one another. Everything after that came with an uncontrollable thrill. His kisses consumed me and his tongue soon followed. I kept a tight grip on his head and ran my fingers through his adorable bed head. Eventually, I fell backwards on a pillow, and his lean and warm body came down on me. I felt his hands slowly work up behind my shirt to graze my back. Then I felt him unhook my bra. I got my leg around his and welcomed more kisses. I brought my hands to his waist, pulled off his t-shirt, and tossed it behind me. Then I took a second to admire his build. It was so different from Khaleel, so perfectly sculpted and spotless that it alarmed me.

"What?" Loyal asked, confused as to why I had stopped throwing myself at him.

I shook my head. "I-It's nothing."

We somehow got under the sheets and continued to enjoy each other in any way we knew how to. I was happy, thrilled that I wasn't the only one who wanted to act impulsively. I didn't know what I would have done otherwise. How embarrassing would it have been if I told him to stop resisting only to have him walk away? My heart filled with joy as Loyal's lips found my neck. His touch was so soft and satisfying. I could have lost myself in the moment but something was ready to snap me back.

My phone.

It's chime echoed against the walls.

And the first person that came to mind was my mother. "Oh crap," I gasped, jumping off the bed, and moving towards the window. I couldn't look back at Loyal. I could let him see how hot and bothered he had made me. I pulled the phone from my pocket and stared at the incoming number. Yup. My instincts were right on the money.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Arisa!" Mom's voice was stern. "Are you planning on coming home at all?"

"O-Of course I am," I stammered. "I'm coming home after school. I still have classes today, don't I?"

"You had me worried sick," she went on. "If Matilda hadn't called me last night, I would have lost my mind."

"Sorry. Really, mom. I'm sorry."

"We are going to have a serious conversation about underage drinking when you get home, young lady."

"What?" I couldn't believe what she was saying. "U-Underage drinking?"

"Matilda told me everything!" she snapped. "Now, I know it wasn't your fault the drink got spiked but you need to be more careful about who you accept offers from."

I hung my head. Matilda must have lied on my behalf. I guess it was better for her to think I got drunk last night rather than kidnapped. Yeah, the truth might kill her, or worse, she might kill someone. I had to go along with the story Matilda had set up for me. I couldn't make her  worry more than this. "It was stupid," I said, lying through my teeth. "And it won't happen again, I promise."

"Glad to hear it. Take care of that hang over, go to school, and then come straight home."

"I will," I replied. "Thanks for calling, mom."

There was no way I could go back to fooling around with Loyal after that conversation. I was way too embarrassed to. So, I decided to crawl under the sheets and cuddle into his chest. If an opportunity presented itself again, we could try kissing each other at a later time.

"You're adorable," he said, holding me back. "I'm sorry you had to lie to your mother. I told Matilda to call her but I didn't instruct her on telling the truth."

"It's okay," I mumbled. "I don't like lying to her but the truth might hurt her more."

"Some people can handle it," Loyal said.

That got my attention. I turned up to him as he leaned down to peck my lips. "And some people can't," I replied, well aware of his views on the subject.