Impossible to resist him

Chapter 9 ❤️ Angry Red

It must have been 2:00 am when we finish The Empire Strikes Back.

I have popcorn crumbs all over my pajamas and sugar stuck on my fingers.

"Urgh,I feel dirty," I mumbled, dusting my t-shirt.

-Why? Pete asks me, half a sleep in front of the closing credits.

-My fingers are all sticky, it's disgusting. "

I can't see Pete's face completely, because the only ambient light comes from the television, but I can still make out the shadow of a smile on his tired face.

"You look tired, do you want us to stop?

-Well no, I'm not tired, he defends himself. What are you talking about ?

-Ok,ok, if you say so. "

It was only a short while before he slowly drifted unconscious, resting his head more and more against me until it fell to my knees. I move my hand on he shoulder, tracing undefined shapes on he tanned skin with my fingertips.

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"Good morning, sweetheart" a familiar voice creeps into my ear.

I must have dreamed of something weird again.

My intuition promises to be false when I feel a pressure against my stomach, near my waist. The feeling seems too real to be just daydream.

Instantly,I open my eyes. I catch a tattooed man laughing. Pete must be no more than 8 inches from me. It seems vague to me. Actually, the whole room is blurry without my glasses, but I still see his smile disappear at the sight of my pissed off expression.

"What? He asks me, showing his teeth.

I don't respond. He pinches my cheek like my aunts do on New Years.

"You're cute when you get angry." "

I wanted to keep sulking him, but I can't help but smile shyly at his remark.

I take my glasses from the bedside table. The room is no longer dark like last night, I can distinguish all the details of his face perfectly, the redness of his cheeks, his dimples and the shadow of a budding beard on his jaw. Her lips slightly chapped, but still looking soft and plump.

A feeling of heat dissipates from my stomach to the end of my ears. I really have to exercise control over my own body so that I don't come close to him to kiss him. Only a few inches separate her lips from mine. I can't take my gaze from her mouth.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" "

I didn't realize he was looking at me too. I mentally slam myself for letting myself go like this.

"Um... you have seeds on the edge of your mouth." "

I seem more like asking that than affirming it, but he seemed to believe me, because he wraps his thumb around his mouth, muttering a coronation.

"Did I get it?"

"Nope,wait, I'll do it" I hasten to say, slowly raising my hand up tomy face height.

I slowly move my fingers letting them hang over her skin and at the last moment, I pull my hand away from her face and smack her on her beautiful face. I hear him complain, wincing.

"That's for putting a finger in the bead, I inform him with a mischievous smile on my face.

-You're so mean. I will never talk to you again. "

With that, he turns to the edge of the bed, arms crossed and a fake scowling his face.

I smile as he turns his head towards me to see if I'm still looking at him. He frowns, but still swings his figure to face the ceiling.

"You are cute when you get angry"

Petes miled at the reuse of his phrase.

"Thank you," he agrees, smiling.

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"You should have kissed her in stead of making her eyes soft, you fool!"

-Hey, it's not a 16 year old girl who will teach me!

-I would tell you that I will soon be 17, so ...

-Yeah, but you're still 16.

- Shit. "

Megan harasses me with questions all the more ridiculous than the others since the minute I returned from Pete's house.

"He's handsome, he's fine, he's intelligent and most importantly, he's an adult ... or almost, well, it's just a detail ... He's your future husband, Pat!" Do you realize it? "

My sister is now shaking me with her hands on my shoulders.

I don't know what's her problem with the idea of ​​me only having a friendly relation ship with Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III.

"There's no fire, Meg. I am still young and, in any case, those who marry at twenty always end up getting a divorce.

-What do you mean ?

-It's just the facts that I'm exposing to you, there ... "

She is silent and collapses on my bed.

"Pete probably doesn't like me back, anyway." What's the point of spoiling your summer trying to fit in with him? "

She slams her own face with the palm of her hand with a sigh.

"I'm doing this because you're alone, Patrick. I know it and you can't deny it. You need someone who is and will be there for you no matter the condition. You know, I'm going to leave you, mom and dad, one day.

-Girl, I'm older than you, I'm going to leave the house before you.

-Ugh,you're really a mule head, you. "

Megan smiled slightly at me, giving me a flick on my arm.

I can deny the feeling of loneliness I feel deep inside if I want to, okay?