Innocence {{Jaden Hossler}}

⭒Fifty Three⭒

⋆Vada⋆

"Oh, for fucks sake, just kiss me Tedd-"

Vada was cut off as his lips smashed into hers,pushing her head into the pillows with the force. His hand cupped her face with a tight grip, pulling her face closer to his.

Her hands ran up and down his sides as she pulled him closer, their lips moving perfectly in sync.

But it felt wrong.

Like she was committing a crime; betraying somebody.

Betraying Jaden.

Maybe she was; subconsciously down in her heart she had convinced herself that she was cheating on Jaden.

But she wasn't, they were never together in the first place.

So why did she feel so dirty?

Nicks hand trailed down her body, going up and under the hoodie she was wearing, gripping her bare waist in his large hands.

Vada moaned into the kiss, arching her back as his lips moved down to her neck.

He sucked, probably leaving a mark, claiming her as his.

But she wasn't, deep in her heart she knew she wasn't.

"Nick, stop" she told him, pushing against his chest.

He was so different to Jaden.

Jaden dominated her, entranced her in every way possible and danced across her mind at all times.

Whereas, Nick was gentle, like he didn't want to hurt her, and after the past few months of being intoxicated by Jaden, Vada couldn't stand it.

She wanted Nick to hold her tighter, kiss her harsher and make her his, but she knew he was too nice for that.

Vada didn't want nice, she wanted the confident boy she was used to. The boy that was so sure of himself that their first time meeting he gave her goosebumps. She wanted the boy that treated her like a princess without the world knowing.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, moving away from her neck, looking at her with concern.

"No...i'm not, i'm so sorry Nick" she sat up, pushing him off of her, "I can't do this, i'm so sorry"

"It's okay..." he told her, rubbing her back as she hugged her legs.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Nick"

"No, stop Vada, don't say sorry. I'm sorry for pushing it and-"

"No, nobody pushed it" she told him, lightly running her finger down his cheek, "it just isn't our time"

"Does that mean it might be our time, at some point?" He asked, laying backwards and looking at the ceiling, sighing deeply, a mystical tone to his voice.

"Who knows" she mused, staring at the ceiling as she heard him start to snore lightly.

And she really didn't.