Chasing Stars ✔️

21.

"You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star" -  Nietzsche

She

He was a mechanic and a fighter. The feeling of his rough, calloused skin made sense. His hands were supposed to be warm from the summer temperatures, but they were scorching, as if he was holding the sun. He wasn't; he was holding me.

His lips were fresh, the sweetness from the ice cream still lingering, but I didn't think he tasted like chocolate; he tasted of... him. The feeling of Jake, his smell, his touch was overpowering every bit of me. Maybe I should be scared, I thought, when his teeth graced the sweet spot just behind my earlobe. It felt similar to what I imagine would be like drowning, but my instincts were telling me not to fight. Who needs to stay afloat when the depth of the ocean holds a world of beautiful treasures?

His hand dropped slightly from the small of my back to the curve of my ass; he squeezed it, not too hard, but vigorously....

The intern muscles in my lower belly contracted, twisting in a delicious dance. My fingers closed against his dark hair; not just vigorously, but hard.

His tongue responded immediately, chests colliding, sent my back to press further on the wall–I could feel the texture of the paint, how the fingers of his right hand were rougher; God, was it too much? Too soon? Yes, it probably was. We just kissed for the first time a couple of days ago and there we were practically eating each other against the wall of my living room.

"Alexa." The vibrato of his voice traveled throughout my neck, giving those inner muscles another beat to dance. Are there rules about this? Is the sudden fire normal?

"You never answered me," he pulled away just enough to meet my eyes, his fingers dug on my waist anchoring the distance.

"What?" I said panting. My blood was obviously too busy boiling underneath his touch to remember sending my brain some oxygen.

"Why you didn't want me to tell Brian about us?"

"I didn't tell Sabrina."

He shook his head with a half grin, "Are you going to make me your dirty little secret, Alexa?" He pulled away and leaned on the back of the couch, facing the opposite direction. I still saw him adjusting his pants. Biting my lip, I marched to the kitchen.

"Of course not. It's not like that." I said when I felt Jake following me, "It's just... Don't you think it's something we should tell them in person?"

I supposed that was an endless debate. Was omission the same as lying? A softer way of lying? The worst way? Well, the concept was certainly laced with the notion of lies.

"Why?" he asked, as I opened the fridge for a bottle of water.

"What do you think they will say?"

He shrugged. "I don't see why you are so concerned about it. You said it yourself, we are both adults. If anything they will think it's fun, you know... it's all in the family."

I tilted my head further to drink the rest of the water.

"Stop overthinking it, Alexa. They arrive in a few hours, anyway. But we are telling them as soon as that plane lands."

I gave him a smile, playing with my empty bottle.

"My, my... "Jake came closer, "I wonder what made you so thirsty."

"I think the air conditioner is not working properly."

I could see how he was trying not to laugh, "Must be it."