Started With a Lie

Chapter Thirty-Seven

just wanted to dedicate this to @portkey for the lovely cover and all u patient lovely people x

Chapter Thirty-Six

“What time is it?”

             I roll around, reaching for my phone or clock or something. My head is pounding and my feet feel like I’ve walked on hot lava for ten hours straight. Heels are so stupid but oh-so-glamorous. Not to mention every part of my body seems to be aching. It doesn’t seem right. I didn’t even dance that hard at prom.

            My hand connects to a face. Lee’s face.

            I snap my head up from the pillow.

            Oh.

            Now that my face isn’t squashed into the inner depths of a pillow, I can see more clearly now (the rain is gone, ha ha). The sunlight is gentle through my white blinds and it falls just in the right away on Lee’s face. His mouth is open, his eyes closed, his limbs tangled with mine. His bare arm is around my neck and his head in my mess of hair. And naked. Let’s not forget that.

            The window is open and a soft breeze dances its way through my room, sending pieces of Lee’s hair flying and sending goosebumps up my bare thigh.

            How in the world did I go from small-town-liar to in-bed-with-this-guy?

            I tilt my head up over his arm to see my room and it’s a chaotic mess. His clothes are strewn along the floor, his coat hanging on the door handle. I don’t even see my clothes and they’re definitely not on my body. My desk is bare, all things that were on top of it now on the ground. Posters are ripped. All blankets but one are on the bed.

            Jesus freaking Christ. I look over everything and retrace my steps with my memory. Only, my face reaches a trillion degrees as I remember. I chew the insides of my cheek to keep from screaming of what happened.

            “We should talk first, oh my god, what are we doing?” I had said, pinning him to the back of the front door once we were inside. I kissed him aggressively on the lips.

            He pulled away and grinned. “Doesn’t sound like you want to talk.”

            “We,” I kissed him and took a breath before kissing again, “we should.”

            And then somehow we were on the stairs. “If you want to talk before we do anything, we can.” He held my face between his hands like I was the last life source on earth. His eyes moved rapidly from my eyes to my lips, searching for an answer.

            “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I admitted. He licked his lips and started backing up away from me. I grabbed him by the collar. “Or we could talk after.” Lips on lips again.

            “Ivory,” he mumbled, trying to pull away. He took a breath, his cheeks red from all this activity. “We don’t have to, really. If you want to talk, we can do it later. We have all the time in the world. I could take you somewhere nice and make it all special and we could—”

            I kissed him softly, so soft that it barely felt like I was kissing him. “How did that feel? How does it feel when I kiss you?”

            He tried taking a breath. “G-Great. Amazing. Alive. Like I’m on fire.”

            “Good.” I tugged the hem of his coat and pulled him closer. “When you kiss me, it makes me feel special. And all I need is that feeling. I don’t need a special place. You are my special place.”