Dixison: Roommates

The Kiss

Addison's POV

The room was still dark when I awoke.

I could feel Dixie's nose pressed against my cheekbone, exhaling soft breaths against my face.

Her arm was wrapped under my back, holding me throughout the night.

I smiled to myself, thinking of our conversation hours before.

She had inadvertently told me she liked being with me. More than Griffin.

I shifted, and sleepy eyes opened.

I closed my eyes shut, laying still.

I felt her watching me, looking at the side of my face.

Her body curved, propping herself onto her elbow, arm still clutching the underside of my back.

I opened my eyes again to find her own, gazing at me from above.

My lips parted, her necklace pendant hanging below her chin, swinging above my neck.

The arm under my back curved upward, fingers running across my ribcage.

I reached up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The moment returned. Our faces were mere inches from each other.

Kiss me, I thought.

Her eyes scanned over my face, looking for an expression.

My hand lingered, slowly moving to touch her neck, gripping lightly at the back of her head.

Dixie's POV

Her fingers brushed against my hair, holding me at the base of my skull.

I want to kiss you, I thought.

Her eyes darkened, reading my thoughts.

My face lowered, lips hovering.

I pressed a kiss to her cheek, lingering, waiting for her to say something, do something, tell me to stop.

I pressed another kiss to the bridge of her nose.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and then opened once more.

My lips traveled to her other cheek, pressing a final kiss to the soft skin.

She looked up at me, eyes wide and waiting.

Addison's POV

She was holding me, strong arms wrapped around body.

The kisses were slow, placed on my face with precision—emotion.

My hand moved to her jaw, pointer finger splayed against her cheek, thumb resting under her chin.

She searched my eyes, and the entire house was quiet.

Her face leaned in closer, my eyes fluttering shut.

Our noses brushed, in the same position we were the night after the carnival.

Time stopped.

Her bottom lip brushed against my top, pressing—ever so lightly.

My heart felt tight in my chest.

She moved slowly, lips parting, enveloping my lower lip.

Soft, I thought, brain melting down the back of my neck.

Her head turned, pressing slow kisses on my lips.

My lips tinlged—I felt like I was on fire—burning, bright flames, tearing open the walls and engulfing the room in sparks.

Her hand came up to stroke my cheek, body pressing down against my own.

My eyes opened, feeling needy without a next kiss within two seconds.

Her eyes were looking at my lips, and then traveling up, meeting my gaze.

I pulled down on the back of her neck, bringing her lips to mine.

I kissed her with everything in me—This is how I feel about you. This is what I've wanted.

Ring. Ring. Ominous chimes played through her phone, charging on the nightstand next to my bed.

She pulled back, eyes ghosting over my face, before turning to pick up the call.

"Hello?" she whispered.

Seconds went by, and I laid against the pillow, feeling discarded.

"Oh my God."

She clicked end call, turning to me with wild eyes. "Chase is in jail."