King of Crime ✔️

Just A Kiss

"Samantha Davies," she hissed. 

The fact that she used my full name already spoke a thousand words. I pinched my thumb, hearing Diane giggle in the shared room.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. We'll be quiet from now on, I promise."

"The loudness of your voices isn't what I'm fretting about, young lady."

 She lashed all her sexual frustration out on me, throwing the biggest tantrum as of yet. Though she didn't use the exact terms that she allegedly heard, it was clear what she was so mad about. I heard stumbling behind me. 

The lady kept on going, now also bringing up past annoyances of hers, which was quite unfair, because we already extensively apologized for those. But I just kept quiet and let her stomp all over me, a soft smile frozen on my blazing face. 

Others might have thought this situation to be ironic but, truth to be told, I was terrified of confrontation, even though I often acted otherwise. I hated it when people were genuinely mad at me, so I just kept quiet until they were done raging. 

Before I knew it, I had my arms wrapped around myself, partly because of the cold coming from the hallway, partly because the lady intimidated me severely.

When she was finally done and I apologized for the umpteenth time, I closed the door, sighing, letting my shoulders drop. I turned around to find Samuel leaning against the wall, raised eyebrows. 

Crap. He probably followed the whole drama, I realized. 

I pressed my hands against my hot cheeks, trying my hardest not to get emotional. If there was one thing I was too sensitive to, it was people throwing fits because of me, and I wasn't exactly keen to show Samuel that.

"Why did you just take all the blame?" he queried, his demeanor towering over me.

"Piss off."

"So that is how you handle things, huh. Just not at all. Is this how you acted when the wife found out? Fuck, get yourself together." 

I stopped in my tracks and bit my lip harshly at his words, glowering up at him. 

Diane's and Julia's voices sounded from my roommate's room. 

My insides were burning up from the confrontation, my arms still wrapped tightly around myself. I tried to come up with a quick-witted answer, but he was spot on, so I left my mouth partially open, cheeks probably redder than a tomato.

"Piss off, alright?" I said, losing all sureness in my voice when he suddenly bowed over and got my upper arms with both his hands. 

My eyes widened due to the sudden physical contact. His heat traveled straight through the fabric of my shirt and I shivered, unable to take my watery eyes off his nearing face. What was happening? 

What was he doing? 

I unintentionally fluttered with my eyelashes as I watched his lips loom closer, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy. I'm supposed to be mad at him, I told myself, completely in vain. His nose softly brushed against mine as he closed his eyes and grazed his lips against my skin. 

I was completely frozen in place, unable to think straight, overcome by a heat I never experienced before. His thumbs drew slow circles on my arms, making them relax from their straining hold and grab his shirt instead, wanting to be nearer. 

He slowly pulled away at that, opening his eyes again. I realized tears had escaped, waggling over my cheeks. Immediately missing the warmth of his breath against my skin, I made up my mind and grabbed ahold of his tie, stood up on my toes and shut my eyes to press my lips against his.