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The Red Strokes - Lost in You

Hey Merry Holiday's, heres the next Chapter hope everyone is having a really great time and I hope you enjoy this chapter. 

Also things are about to get hella sexy sooooooo, don't judge me and also it's not that bad I'm about the romance not about the sex. 

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        There's a silence over covering the hotel room it's only eight o'clock and both Grace and I are laying in our quietly trying to avoid synchronizing our breathing. We haven't spoken in two days, instead of interacting we've been not so subtly avoiding one another. That of course has to come two an end in the morning. I told coach Parson that I'd spend the second to last day of the trip taking pictures of the team Captains. That was before I realized that the team captains were Grace Helbig and the ever so divine Chester Sees, aka the guy that calls Grace every. Single. Night. Regardless of whether or not she answers.
        Grace's bed creeks loudly and I have to fight the urge to look over at her. Another creek and then foot steps. I hold my breath as if bracing myself for something. The bathroom light clicks on as Grace disappears into the restroom. Once the door clicks I'm sitting up in bed. I'm not tired, I'm not even bored, I have loads of pictures I have to send to Sarah and loads of pictures that I have to send to the Yearbook staff, which also includes Sarah. After a few minutes I decided that maybe I should just leave. I sit someone in the hotel and do my work and by the time I come back maybe Grace will be asleep. I toss off the covers grabbing some pants and changing out of my shorts. I'm in the process of buttoning my over shirt when Grace comes back into the room. For some reason I freeze on button number three and the entire top half of my shirt is open exposing my bra and skin. I blush unable to move. Grace doesn't move either she stands in the door way staring at me. She doesn't just stare either, I can feel her eyes moving from mine and down to my exposed skin and back up and then down again. Even in the shadow that the bathroom light is causing on her face I can see her face flushed red and it makes my skin hot an I know that I have to resemble a very ripe tomato. Neither one of us is moving and my breathing is ragged as I try to make sense of what is happening.
        “A—are you—are you going out?” Grace finally breaks the pattern of heavy breathing.
        “I—thought so...” I say the end trailing off as I find myself drawn into staring at the taller girls lips.
        “Don't—“ Grace says in an almost whisper. “Don't go out.” She says breathlessly crossing the room towards me. “Stay” I don't know how to react, the girl moves so fast and suddenly she's kissing me. Suddenly her hands are on the sides of my face and she's pulling me in tight. “Don't go” she whispers in the breaks shes takes for air. My hands clasp her shoulders and I feel myself pushing my weight on her as I become unable to stand on my own.

        “Grace” I question in a breathless husk. “I—Don't—“
    “Just don't.” she begs pulling me in again. I can't breath and I don't know if I'm excited or frightened. “Please.” I cannot stop kissing her no, I don't want to stop kissing her. I can feel myself burning under her touch as she hands began to move away from my face and down to my sides.
        “Grace.” I say again this time in's not a question, this time I don't even know what I'm trying to say to her. My heart is pounding hard like it's never done before. I don't even realized that we've moved to my bed and she's laying over me leaning down into me with each kiss. Hands gliding over one another as if they've never felt the sensation of touch before. I gripe as she pushes her body against mine. With each breath the line between she and I dissipates until we seem to be a solitary being. Each moment that passes is different but somehow the same. Tender and hungry, fearfully reconnoitering limits, confidently capturing passion in salty kisses. There is sweat and sounds I've never made before, sounds I've never heard. Hearts pounding in ways they've never pounded and it's clear form the the fumbling and mutters of frustration that it's the first time either of us has ever been with another female. The first time we've pleased a body that wasn't our own. Fire runs through my body and rushes through her fingertips. Until our movements still, our bodies weakly amalgamate as the breath we had fought so hard to keep out of sync surges in and out under the same rhythm.