Bad Boy Kisses (Raura Revised)

Chapter 11

With the music blasting downstairs and people talking. I think I heard him wrong. Then I felt stupid because well he's only a foot away from me and it's quiet here because we're upstairs. That only means one thing. I can't help but look surprised. The question is no longer, 'did I hear him right?' But, 'did he really just ask me that?'

My answer was an immediate. "No." I start walking towards the stairs when Ross grabs my wrist and pulls me back into the semi dark hallway.

"What? Where are you going?"

I need more alcohol, I think to myself. Then I reject that thought because if I'm drunk then I'll most likely throw myself at Ross. I can't lie, I am attracted to him and I definitely don't feel anything for him but I don't want to jeopardize our weird friendship thingy.

"I'm going back to the party. I mean that's the whole reason why I came." I say a little snippy. I can't help myself. Why would Ross want to kiss me? Was he only being nice and goofing off with me just so he could hook up with me? I don't want to read too much into it so I drop my thoughts and try to move around him again.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and stops my get a way. "You can't just give me that short answer and leave. Explain."

I give him a dirty look. "Why do I need to explain? I said no because I don't want too." I shake my head and push his hand off of me which he lets me do. "I shouldn't even be explaining myself. Because I don't need too."

"What's so wrong with kissing me?"

Are we really going to fight about this when my abusive ex is in the room right behind us? Ross doesn't know that though so I guess we are. "Look, I just got out of a relationship, I just started talking to you, I just started accepting you as a friend and," I grit my teeth by this last part, "I just want to go back to that damn party and have fun."

Ross bites his lip trying to hold back a smile and that just infuriates me more. "You're hot when you're feisty." He moves closer to me and places his hands on my hips. Our chest are flushed together and I can smell the axe cologne he's wearing.

"You aren't getting anything out of me Ross. Not now. Not ever." I speak with confidence lowering my eyes to his lips to see that there millimeters away from mine.

"You seem so sure of that Laura. So then why are you staring at my lips?" The humor in his voice isn't hidden.

"I have a thing for lips."

Ross and I both make a weird face at the statement and then start laughing. That had to be the dumbest thing I have ever said. I push myself away from him and smile at him. He's shaking his head and runs a hand through his hair.

"You're weird you know that."

I shrug still laughing a little. "And you're a jerk."

"Touché."

I wink at him and then poke his chest. "I won't kiss you because you're my friend—"

He cuts me off by placing a hand over my now stilled lips. "You're considering me your friend now?"

I wrap my fingers around his hand and take it off my mouth. "Yes. I will probably regret it later but yes for right now we're friends."

He raises an eyebrow. "Don't I have a say in if we're friends or not?"

"No." I put a finger on his lips to shut him up. "Now sense we're friends, kissing you would be weird and I don't want that from you. So, I have a way to thank you from 'saving' me tonight."

"Twice."

"Excuse me?" I asked dropping my finger that was now tingling from the breath that blew on it from when he talked.