Give Me Back Whats Mine ➳ David Dobrik

Chapter Fourteen ➳ Room For The Habits And The Superstitions

NATALIE

David was right when he said he was going to kiss me more often.

The entire trip to New York had been sown together by the touch of our lips. One moment stitched into the next with a small kiss.

We'd traveled to New York a day earlier than everyone else.

It was what we always did before David did something big. We bunkered down somewhere, just the two of us, and pretended like the big thing wasn't happening. We hung out and decompressed and tried not to think of the monumental thing that was just around the corner.

We'd become habitual and superstitious.

The current big thing was appearing on late night television. Something I'd known he'd wanted to do for a while now.

This was probably the biggest and scariest thing to date.

So as always, David asked for his space. Room for the habits and the superstitions.

I'd asked him if he'd wanted me to stay behind too, for a little extra space, seeing as how this was the big one.

He'd laughed and smiled and leant down and kissed me like we'd been doing it our whole lives.

So there we were, in New York, just the two of us, a different sort of energy from all sides. I didn't know whether the new energy was because of the thing he was about to do, or because of all the kissing we'd done.

'Why'd we get separate rooms?' David asked glumly from inside his.

'Because everyone is coming to meet us after Fallon tonight, and it would look pretty suspect if we were sharing a room again.' I laughed.

'I suppose.' He answered, still pouting like a small child.

'But, hey.' I said, grabbing his hand and leading him over to a second door, one right beside his bed. 'I got us adjoining rooms, so you can come and ... hangout whenever you want.'

A wicked smile took over his face. 'Hangout?'

'Or whatever.' I blushed.

'Can hanging out involve a little ...' He trailed off, his hands finding my waist.

He pressed me up against the door that led to my room, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

I shivered when I felt his breath against my throat, his body flush against mine.

I couldn't help the hum that came from me when his lips finally kissed my neck. I felt his mouth curve into a smile.

'We could just do this all day.' He said between the kisses he pressed into either side of my neck.

'We could ...' I started. 'But I think maybe ... we shouldn't.'

He drew away from me, tilting his head to one side in question.

'I just think ...' I was trying to find the right words. '... I think maybe, you know, things could get heated and ummm, escalate. And I mean, that isn't what ... this is. At least, we haven't really, you know, had that conversation ...'

He looked way too amused, slightly laughing to himself.

'What?' I asked, defiantly.

'You don't often get tongue tied.' He grinned. 'It was cute.'

I pushed him away from me, lightly hitting him in the stomach. 'Whatever.'

He grabbed my hand and drew me back to him swiftly, placing a quick peck on my lips.