The Girl & The Boy Who Met at a Party

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We entered the room in a rush like we were going into hiding. Technically we were, or at least I was. I was secretly hiding from my own self and the emotions that engulfed me inside. I was exhausted from thinking about it all—if my heart would ever be known the way I wanted it to be. I wondered every day if someone would ever love me despite my demons because those demons were not meant to be mine. I never wanted them, yet they found me. So, here I am burying it all down a random stranger's throat.

A hot one to be exact. Not that it matters (just kidding it totally does).

I didn't know what room we were in. All I saw was the Swiss coffee walls before we crashed against them. I can't lie and say I didn't feel the burn of sensation in the pit of my stomach. I felt it traveling through every vessel in my body. While his hands pressed mine against the wall behind us, he continued to control my lips with his.

His lips began to trail down the side of my neck until he paused at a spot. I tried to hold in my gasp as he stayed in that one spot, sucking it sweetly.

When I tell you he was amazing, I really mean it. He made me feel all sorts of good and I didn't mind. The way his strong, firm hands held mine, the way his body was so close to mine, yet just two smear inches apart. Even his lips felt like heaven. If that was heaven, I'd want my lips to die and crossover right now. That way this feeling would never end.

Although, because I was smarter than that, I knew I had to put a stop to it. I tried convincing myself that I was just going to have some fun—just a little making out, that's all—and let myself be free. But as much as I tried, I couldn't go on pretending that's what it was: fun. Yeah, it felt extremely good and made me hot all over. However, it wasn't what I truly wanted or needed.

Putting distance between us both, I eased my hands out from his and placed them against his chest. His chest even felt like the gods sculpted it, it was so perfect. It was unbelievable. I took a few seconds to catch my breath because this guy really knew how to kiss a girl and take her breath away. My lips still felt like they were being sucked by his soft, warm ones. It was also nice not to taste alcohol on his breath. I guess he hasn't drank.

I watched as he glanced down at my hands placed on his chest, which were moving due to his rapid heartbeat. At least I'm capable of making a guy's heart race.

Taking a gulp, I let out a sigh. "I'm sorry," I begin as he stands there still with his hands remaining propped on the wall, keeping him from collapsing onto me. "I shouldn't be here, doing this."

He lifts his head and his eyes move up to mine. And.... shit. His eyes were gorgeous, of course. Of freaking course. God was not on my side at this particular moment. I bet it's punishment for my current actions.

He was quiet for a moment before nodding his head slowly. He then said, "Yeah, I know."

That's when I became confused and a brow flew up. "What?" I ask.

"It was stupid of me to do this."

I let my arms fall beside me and he continues. "I should be the one saying sorry."

I shake my head. "Wait, I–"

"No. I'm the guy and I know better. I wasn't raised like this. I guess I thought if I made out with some random person, it would've let out some steam."

I wanted to point out the fact that it wasn't all his fault.

"You don't have to be so hard on yourself. Really. I'm part of this whole situation too. I practically grabbed you and slammed my mouth on you."

I watch as his lips curve upwards in a comical way and he backs away from me and sits down on the blue covets of the bed.

"I don't even know what I'm doing if I'm being honest with you."