Take Me

Niall’s hands snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him as we kissed. A knot built in my stomach as our lips pressed together. His soft lips were moving in sync with mine, passion creeping into the sweet and innocent kiss. I gently tugged on the collar of his polo, leading him over to my bed without breaking the kiss. I lay down and he lay on top of me. I grazed my tongue along his bottom lip and his tongue met mine, dancing in a way that made butterflies erupt in my stomach. I slipped my hands under his shirt and he stopped, sighing into my mouth as he pulled away slightly. “Lucy.” he whispered. He looked almost disappointed in me. This was rejection, a slap in the face. Tears threatened to fall, pricking at my eyes at the fact that he didn't want to go further. “For Christ sake Niall, I’m your girlfriend.” I spat at him, my voice shaky and filled with hurt.