Game Of Sins

He just stood there. His dark, piercing eyes relayed no signs of any emotion. He ran his hand through his wet, dark hair.

He put his hand in his pocket and leaned back against the wall, as if waiting for me to continue.

"This is wrong. Plain wrong. It...just happened and we have to get over it. A moment of weakness. Yes, that's what it was.",I said, looking around.

He stayed silent. His features were partly hidden by the walls of the narrow alleyway and partly illuminated by the minute streaks of moonlight that were successful in reaching us through the canopy of thick clouds overhead.

"What? Are you going to say something? Isn't this freaking you out?",I asked exasperatedly.

"Is what freaking me out?",he asked, a hint of a smirk tracing his lips.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that we aren't supposed to be meeting, like this.",I said, pointing around the dark alleyway that surrounded us.
"Or maybe the fact that we're stupid enough to be meeting like this, without any fear of getting caught.",I said.

He stayed silent for a while. His eyes were guarded, as usual. I swear, it was impossible to read this boy.

He pushed himself off the wall and walked two steps forward until I could smell his coconut hair gel and his dizzying cologne all mixed together. I looked up at him and he smirked as he looked down at me.

He took another step forward, stepping closer to me and I took a step backwards. My back hit the wall behind me. He put his hands beside my head, his palms pressing against the cold stones of the wall. I looked up at him. Our chests were pressed against each other.

I felt my heart rate accelerate. I felt his breath mix with mine, just as it did a while before.

He leaned towards my ear, sending shivers down my spine despite the warm breath that was hitting my ear. I felt his light stubble brush against my cheeks.
"It's always more fun when there's a fear of getting caught, isn't it?",he whispered, trailing his hand down to my waist.

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