Forbidden to Fall

A Perfect Distraction

He wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. My heart starts pounding again, but I keep my composure. He had put a dry pair of jeans on but didn't bother putting on a shirt. "You're gonna get your clothes wet again," I warn him.

"Hmm... I don't mind."

Rolling my eyes, I hit him with my towel. I look over my shoulder at him and he's smiling too. I try wringing out some of the water from my shirt so I won't have to change, but it isn't working too well. Cole pushes all of my hair over one shoulder. Then he whispers in my ear.

"Let's kiss before something idiot happens..."

I turn my head to look at him. He spins me around, then kisses me. My damp shirt keeps sticking to me, making the air between us even hotter. He backs me up into the couch.

"My clothes are still wet!"

He kisses me again before he replies.

"If it bothers you that much, take them off."

He continues to kiss me without giving me a chance to do or say anything.

If I was still trying to be a good, sweet, perfect little girl, I wouldn't be too sure how comfortable I was with that idea. But the new me, the real me, doesn't care. I even kind of want an excuse to take off my clothes. He sits on the couch, pulling me on top of him. He's smirking again, waiting for me to react.

"Damn you, Cole," I say breathlessly as we lock lips again.

With his hands on my back and mine around his neck, I grab the hem of my shirt. There isn't even a point of keeping it on. The water had made it transparent.

I pull my lips from his and take off my t-shirt.

"Hmm, didn't know you were the piercing type," he teases.

He is talking about my bellybutton ring.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," I say dropping my shirt on the ground.  My hair was dry now and it's curled quite a bit. He bites his bottom lip and pulls me down for another go. This is going to be our new habit, making out. It's not like I have control over it, every time we get near each other it's like my body takes over. It feels like two magnets: easy to put together, not as easy to seperate.

"God, I love you," he sighs between kisses.

"Mhm," I reply

Everything about him draws me in. His voice, his look, his attitude. I can't get enough.

I will never get enough.

Cole's hands move away from my waist and wander up my back. Before he get to make a move his phone starts ringing. He sighs as I pull away. I pick up his cell that's laying on the coffee table and answer it.
"Hello?"

"He- wait a minute, is this Emaline?"

"Depends on who's asking..."

"It's Keith."

"Then no, it's not me."

As we continue talking, Cole couldn't keep his hands off me. He went from playing with my hair, to hugging me, then to kissing my neck. I hesitate to answer a question because I am paying more attention to Cole than Keith.

"What was that?"

"Wait, I knew it. Cole is in love with you!"

"Why do you say that?"

"You answered his phone, he's distracted by you, he's distracting you, and I'm pretty sure I heard kissing."

Just then, Cole grabs the phone.

"Yup, you did, m-bye. Don't call back."

He hangs up and tosses the phone into a chair across the room.

"You hungry?"

I shake my head, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Alright, let me cook something."

He gets up to walk to the kitchen. I sit on the couch in my underwear.

"Can I get some clothes, or at least a shirt?"

"Nope. Absolutely not."

I watch him as he starts cooking. I decide to get a drink for myself,  not wanting to interrupt Cole while he cooks. I stroll over to the kitchen and open the fridge. It's filled with every food imaginable. I grab a can of Mountain Dew and a glass.

"Fuck," Cole whispers harshly.

I spin around to see him holding his hand. I sit the drink on the counter and take his hand to look at it.

"Sorry..."

"You're apologizing for getting burned?"

"I'm sorry for getting distracted."

"It was my fault, I distracted you."

"Well it isn't your fault that you're a perfect distraction..."

I push him, not very hard, then walk back to my glass of soda and take a sip.

"Just don't burn the food Pretty Boy."

He chuckles and I move back to the living room.

I'm not the only perfect distraction, I can't keep my eyes off him...