MINE

Chapter 8 - We Are Gonna Win

"When I press an ear up to your breast

I can hear the rhythm start

It's hard to tell our beats apart

So I hope you're listening right now

'Cause I can barely hold my tongue

The shit we do could warm the sun"

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Nick's P.O.V

Sophie takes my hand as she gets up from the couch and I follow her, shocked that she's not shutting me out again. She takes me down the hall to her room and I close the door behind me once we get inside. It's dark and the next thing I know a dim yellow light fills the room.

Her room is clean and simples. I didn't have the mindset to notice the details earlier, but now I can see the walls are all white. The duvet on her bed is a light grey, and there's nothing on display that can tell me something about her. I thought she would have some of her paintings hanging at least, I've been dying to see her art.

When I look at her standing on the other side of the bed, she takes her leather jacket and hangs it in the closet. Then she starts walking towards me and her eyes look darker than before, but still a beautiful shade of blue, inviting me to jump into her ocean and swim.

I reach out, grabbing her arm to bring her close. She puts one hand on my chest looking up at me through her eyelashes biting her lower lip and all my blood goes straight to my dick.

Fuck... 

I let go of her hand and take my jacket off letting it fall to the floor, my eyes never leaving hers. I take her hand again, intertwining our fingers. She inhales deeply stepping forward and I tip my head down bringing our lips closer together.

"I don't want to have sex." She blurts out quickly closing her eyes and not moving. To be honest I didn't even think she would let me come inside tonight. Although I'm harder than a brick right now, I don't want to have sex either, I just want to be near her, get closer, feel her touch.

"It's ok, I just want to be close to you," I say leaning to press my lips lightly to the corner of her mouth. Keeping my movements slow, I then bring my mouth to kiss her cheek, her eyelid, going up to her forehead and then down to her neck below her earlobe.

I can hear her breathing getting heavier as she bends her head to the side giving me more access to her neck. I press the side of my face to her and inhale deeply on the spot close to her hairline, and her smell is intoxicating, scrambling all my thoughts. It's a scent I haven't felt before, it doesn't remind me of anything in particular.

She brings her hand up to stroke my head, tangling her fingers through my hair and I get goosebumps from the action. I lean back to look at her again and she lowers her hand to the back of my neck, then starts backing up towards the bed taking me with her. Her hands are sliding down my chest as she bends her legs to sit on the bed and I use my feet to take my shoes off kicking them to the side.

Sophie puts her feet up and crawls back laying down on her side and I follow putting my head on the pillow next to her. My arms are crossed in my chest because I'm unsure how much space she needs. I don't want to start anything she doesn't want to. But then she reaches for my shirt and pulls me, so I scoot closer laying my head on my arm and putting one hand on her waist.

"Is this ok?" I whisper into the air, afraid if I say anything too loud it's going to burst this little bubble that's formed around us. She just nods looking up at me and smiles nervously. Then she reaches her hand to my face, pressing a fingertip on my lip and lightly caressing it and that small touch makes me close my eyes.