Give Me Back Whats Mine ➳ David Dobrik

Chapter Twenty Four ➳ The One That Almost Burnt Us To The Ground

NATALIE

With his hands wrapped firmly around my waist, he dipped his head towards mine quickly, not giving my words even a moment of thought.

When his lips touched mine, gentle and true, my body felt as though it would give way at the instant pleasure of it.

There was just something so intrinsic and intimate and trusting in the whole thing.

How could it be that I could just ask him to kiss me and he'd do it? After everything. After all the other minutes of the day spent going for the exact opposite. That part wasn't easy. But the part that was messy, the kissing and the touching and the words of affection exchanged, that all came as naturally as waking up.

It didn't make sense.

My mind was fogged by the enchantment of the snow and the mountains and David, just everything that felt like home. The fire place and the red wine and the Bee Gees playing in the background.

His hands moved from my waist to my face and neck, letting out a slight moan, wanting to deepen the kiss.

I obliged.

My arms loosened from around his neck. I needed to be closer to him. My fingers found the loops in his jeans and tugged, pulling us flush against each other.

All I could do was breath him in. It was such a cliché, but kissing him was like taking a deep breath after a long time of struggling for air.

'Do you want to come up to my room?' I asked between kisses.

He pulled away from me slightly, his breath ragged. 'I would, if I thought it would change anything between us. I would if I thought it was a good idea. But it won't. And it isn't.'

I nodded at him, knowing he was right.

'But you'll always have me Nat. You'll always be safe with me.'

'Did you hear me? Nat?'

Fletchers voice broke me out of the memory I had been replaying since the moment we got home.

'Sorry, what did you say?' I asked of the golden haired boy who's head was rested in my lap.

We'd been hanging out on the couch in his apartment all afternoon.

He laughed lightly.

'Are you okay, babe? You've been sort of spacey all day.'

'Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just so tired from the trip.'

He sat up and pulled me into his side. 'Yeah I bet, I know whenever I get back from the mountains I'm exhausted for days.'

I couldn't help but smile at the comfort. Fletcher was like a childhood blankey. His entire presence was instantly calming. The way he spoke and the way he held himself. He walked through life so unafraid of showing his vulnerability. It was why people were so drawn to him.

It was definitely why I was drawn to him.

It was becoming more and more apparent that we had the comforting friend thing down solidly. Which was nice. But what we didn't have quite figured out yet was the passion side of things.

Don't get me wrong, the sex was great. It was fun and it was easy and it excited me to a point. But it was hardly mind-blowing. It lacked heat. It lacked intensity.

When I thought about true intensity, I thought about David.

That whole thing probably carried too much heat. At least that would explain why we kept imploding as soon as we were within arms length of each other.