The Rainbow at the end of my storm

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The drive back was silent. There was so much to say, but so little coming out. We kissed. Again. But I started one this time too. He'd also confessed to feeling something, but he had to figure it out. Surely the boy wasn't that oblivious to feelings, right?

I mentally sighed. Frustration got the better of me. I needed to stop thinking about all this. The more I thought about it, the more chances I have of getting hurt. Kieran hurt me. I didn't want that again, I promised myself I would stay away from boys, and instead I'd got myself caught up with the most dangerous bad boy in town. And not because he could physically hurt me, but because he will most likely break my heart in two. Shatter it to tiny pieces. He's bad news. He doesn't date. He's complicated. Johnnys words were glued to my head, and stabbing at my heart like a broken fragment of glass. Was that the truth? Was he bad news? Or was he just exaggerating?

"Don't do that." His voice brought me out my thoughts.

I averted my gaze from the road ahead, allowing my eyes to fix on his gorgeous body. The way he controlled the car so relaxed, comfortable, and sexy. He had one arm leaning on the window he'd pushed down, and the other on the wheel. I realised then that I'd turned to ask what I was doing that was so annoying to him, but had gotten carried away admiring him.

"Sorry, what?" I pretended I hadn't been checking him out and waited.

He smirked. He fucking smirked at me. When did he not, Victoria?

"That." He nodded at me, I was still confused. "Bite your lip like that. You do it a lot, I've came to a conclusion it's when you're thinking." His eyes narrowed at me, daring me to challenge him.

But I didn't want to challenge him. I wanted to know why it bugged him so much. "Care to explain why it annoys you so much?"

He took a sharp bend, focusing on the road before answering. "Because those pretty lips shouldn't be damaged. But if they are ever to be, I want to be the one to do it."

Speechless. I stared astonished at him. Had he really just said that? Not only did he confess to thinking my lips were pretty, but he'd admitted to wanting to bite them. Something you do when you kiss someone. I was behaving like the latter was sudden news to me when we'd kissed already, I suppose hearing him say the other thing was just surprising. But, again, I'm not sure why.

He went silent again, and I followed. I wasn't sure I wanted to spark a conversation with him after the previous one. Those words were why my heart was at risk, I was like chocolate melting on a hot day; I couldn't help it, or have control over it.

By the time we arrived back at the dorms, I was on the verge of sleep. My eyes kept shutting without permission and my sight was blurry from all the yawning. They were watering like a waterfall. I turned my head to familiarise myself with the surroundings, when my door opened and two arms engulfed me. Mason had me bridal style in his arms, carrying me towards the entrance.

"I can walk-" I began to protest, but was cut off by his adamant voice.

"No, you can't."

Too tired to argue, I snuggled closer inhaling his spicy, masculine scent that made my insides quiver. It was the type of smell I wanted as an air freshener so I could spray it and smell him all day long. I was obsessed.

"Cupcake, where are your keys?" That nickname had initially started out as frustrating, but now I was growing on it. I kinda liked that he had his own pet name for me.

I mumbled my response, jumping slightly when his cold fingertips brushed my back as they reached into my bag. He unlocked the door, kicked it open, and lay me on the bed. My eyes were almost closed but I noticed the room was pitch black, meaning Bree wasn't home yet.

I felt Mason tug at my duvet and pillows, resting my head carefully and tucking me in. But I couldn't drop off like this, I needed pyjamas. I pushed up, attempting to search for my oversized T-shirt.

"What's wrong?" He asked, finally coming into view as he sat opposite me on the bed.

"I need pyjamas." I said, shyly. "I have a pink T-shirt somewhere-"

"This one." He stopped me, holding up one of my oversized T-shirt's.

I nodded, pulling it out his grasp. I looked at him awkwardly, waiting for him to leave so I could change, but he just looked back.

"I need to change."

His eyes widened and he stood swiftly. "Sorry, I'll turn around."

I thought he might have left, ran for the hills, but I was too tired to question his actions right now so I began to undress slowly.

When I was finished, I realised I needed to take one of my anti-depressants. Only that meant getting out of bed half naked in front of Mason. But then I thought, he's turned around. I took my opportunity, pulling the sheets away and scurrying across the room. I froze mid step when he spoke. "What are you doing?"

Hoping and praying inside that he hadn't turned around, I slowly swivelled my body towards him.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed his dark brown eyes scanning over my body from top to bottom. My boobs were poking out the thin cotton, my legs were on full display, and I noticed how much the material clung to my hips downwards. I felt extremely exposed, especially under his scrutiny.

"I need to take a tablet." I picked them up, the rustling noise of the foil being the only sound in the room, and swallowed them with a bottle of water before returning to my bed.

I noticed his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, making me realise he wasn't aware of my mental condition - or anything for that matter. He was bound to ask questions.

He came towards me and sat back on the bed. I waited for the twenty questions as his eyes bore into me.

Instead, his hand curled around my neck and he pulled me towards him. I melted into him, pressing my lips firmly against his in a rhythmic dance. We followed suit, licking and biting at each other as we did. But it wasn't enough. My hands reached up to his chest, fisting his shirt as he gripped my hips and pulled me to his lap so I straddled him. We kissed for what felt like hours, soaking each other's moans and groans. It was perfect. So perfect, I allowed myself to get carried away and pushed him downwards. I raked his shirt of his body, averting my lips down his neck and chest. I wanted so bad to go further, but knew I couldn't. I had no experience in this category, and I wasn't about to experience a first with a boy I hadn't a clue about. What even were we?

I ascended his body, reaching his lips, when he pulled away. "What's wrong?" His breathing was ragged, hitting my face in huge puffs of air as he scanned my face.

I shook my head, trying to kiss him again but he stopped me.

"Tell me." He demanded, but I could see the look of sincere in his eyes.

"I haven't done, you know, before." I was wringing my fingers, looking down. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. I was sure he was going to laugh, run, or worse, not care at all how it would make me feel to just sleep with him right now. But instead, he pulled my chin up so my our eyes were locked and spoke words I didn't think were capable of leaving this boys mouth.

"Cupcake, don't you dare look away from me when you say that. That's fine. I'll wait. Just know, I won't ever pressure you."

My heart squeezed with so much happiness and relief, and I knew I was in trouble with this boy. My heart was definitely at risk now.