I stopped the car at a turn signal, glancing at the boy beside me. The sound of the seat belt unbuckling made him turn his head towards me, but before he could read the situation I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his.
We made out for a while but this time slow. We weren't in a hurry, no other car was behind us so I thought it was fine to miss one green signal for the next one. Just an excuse to kiss the boy a little longer.
I still couldn't believe the fact that this morning I was complaining about not having any company or whatever to the point that I actually went to the hill to kill myself. But it was nothing special, cause that wasn't my first time having that thought.
I went there only for this specific thing. To disappear quietly from the face of the earth.
Yet here I was, having a makeout session with a boy at the end of the day, who had his fingers clenched to the collar of my shirt desperately. When I tried to move away, he pulled me to him again.
'Someone's eager,' I whisper in between the kisses when he stops to breathe but envelops them again right after. This time, however, he unbuckled his seatbelt as well pushing me back and comes on top of me. I figured he liked it better that way.
Considering the first moan that leaves his mouth when I grab his ass and squeeze it towards myself, press his body with mine, he definitely loves it.
'Would it be too much if I call you mine?' I asked the boy, when he pressed his forehead with mine, deciding to take a break.
'Please,' he whispered, almost desperately, grabbing my jaw and sliding his forefinger in my mouth. I sucked on it nicely, the boy bit his lower lip leaning down and kissing my neck making me groan.
By now, however, I forgot how long have we been here for, or how many green signals we missed. We were almost in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees.
'We should get you home,' I said to the delicate boy in my lap. Who whined on my opinion of stopping even for a second, but I figured it would be better if we continue this at home rather in this uncomfortable situation.
He moved off my lap, either way, buckling back his seatbelt as I did mine.
We looked at each other and started laughing at how messed up the both of us got.
Finally driving the car to the mentioned destination, I, once again wrapped our fingers together. His other hand holding on to the sunflower I got him from the store.
