She quickly apologized, her voice laced with regret. "Sorry. I didn't know what got into me," she said, her words trailing off as if she hadn't fully processed what had just happened.
I could feel the tension in the air, thick and awkward. Trying to brush off the frustration, I muttered under my breath, "Maybe if you removed that fucking hoodie, you might see well." My tone was sharp, harsh even, and it slipped out before I could stop it.
She blinked confusion spreading across her face. "Huh?" she asked, her voice small, unsure of whether she'd heard me correctly.
My face reddened, the weight of my words settling in. "Fuck," I muttered, frustrated with myself as much as with the situation. Running a hand through my hair, I turned on my heel and walked off, leaving the silence to hang in the air between us
***COMPLETED***
When we both caught our breath, he pulled me down and kissed me. He let go of my wrist and wrapped his arms around my waist. He opened his mouth and I did the same. All of a sudden, he rolled over and pinned me beneath him. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt one of his hands at my waist start to move under my shirt. I kissed him harder giving him permission to keep going. I wasn't thinking at all by this point. Just feeling. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.
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Emily was used to playing it safe. Could a chance encounter with the wrong kind of guy change everything? Would it lead to love or heartbreak? And would she be able to let go of the unrequited feelings she had for the the boy who only thought of her as a friend.