My Roommate

Chapter 13

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Evan's POV—

I can hardly breathe.

I can hardly even think straight.

Her lips are soft, softer than I ever thought was humanly possible. There must have been alcohol at Isabella's and Kendall's party because there's a faint taste of it on her lips. Just barely even there.

Her hand is cold.

But her lips are not.

They're warm.

It only lasted for a short couple of seconds. But it was definitely long enough for it to mess up my senses entirely. To mess up everything entirely. If I thought the butterflies I've been getting were bad, the ones that are flying all around are even worse. And if I thought that my heart rate was fast enough before, well...now I'm just praying that she can't hear or feel just how hard it's beating against my chest.

We both pull away after those short few seconds. I can still hardly breathe. It gets even worse as the smell of her perfume manages to invade my sense of smell, making me not be able to pull away from her along with everything else that's making me stay put.

I expected her to snap out of whatever just possessed her into kissing me, same goes for me...

But instead...

The small gap between us gets even smaller and smaller until her lips are on mine again. I swear, I almost, almost, let out a whimper as she kisses me, actually kisses me this time. Not just a peak, not at all. No tongue either but I'm not complaining.

She leans into me more as she brings her free hand up and tries desperately to get a handful of my hair. While there may not be a lot of hair there to begin with, she still manages to get her fingers laced through what's there, pulling me closer to her.

After I don't even know how much time goes by this time, we both slowly pull away again. I try very hard to catch my breath along with trying to settle the summersaults that my stomach is doing.

I immediately looks up into her eyes, almost getting lost in them when—

We both visibly flinch and pull away from each other. I yank my hang off of hers and pull back even more, almost falling off of her bed in the process. When she pulls away, the hand that was in my hair, covers her mouth. The lips I was just kissing seconds earlier.

What did I just do?

From the look on her face right now, her expression is asking the same question.

What did I just do?

Tear stains run down her face. I didn't notice it until just now, but her mascara is all smudged from her trying to wipe her tears away. Tears that were caused by Andy. The guy who she just got out of a relationship with not even an hour ago.

She just got out of a relationship and I kissed her.

She kissed me back but still.

I was originally just going to help her calm down, stop shedding tears for a guy like Andy because he honestly didn't deserve them. I was going to just be there for her, as her friend.

Friends don't normally—

"I'm sorry..." I manage to get out throughout all the thoughts that are running through my head. She lowers her hand and shakes her head.

"I-it's fine..." she mumbles, trailing off as she averts her eyes from me, looking down at the blankets on her bed instead. Anywhere but me.

It's not fine though.