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Sin Of Hearts (18+) - Chapter 11
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“Fine then, it’s you.”
“Huh…” I reply confused and watch as he slowly unbuckles his seat belt and moves forward. Out of instinct, I shrink back until I’m against the window and his left forearm rests beside my head. Wha… How did it come to this?!
I can feel him moving closer till he’s in my breathing space and he says in low voice.
“It’s you Ailee. It’s always been you, ever since college. And look, even after all these years, it’s still the same for me.” he says looking straight at me while I just stare at him with wide eyes.
Did he just say, what I think he did? And since college?!
Did I really hear him right? My mind slowly takes me back to all those years ago. I remember how I was crushing on him when we first met but never said anything because he just felt so out of reach. Later we became friends and with time I started to treasure our friendship.
Do I still have some feelings for him? I don’t know. I thought it all kinda just went away with time. But then here I am, listening my best friend telling me what I think is a confession?
Why do I feel like I am back in my college days?
I look at him, trying to come up with a reply, but my mouth just opens and closes like a fish. I don’t know what to say to that.
Before I can do anything else, he burries his head in the crook of my neck. I slightly stiffen before I feel his hands on my either side clench, and relax myself.
“Why can’t you see… This is f*cking irritating!” he mumbles in my neck and I feel goosebumps rise in my skin just from its vibration. Not knowing what to do, I reach my hand towards his head as my fingers brush his hair, trying to soothe him. I can feel his agitation in his voice and I don’t like it.
When he looses up a bit, his arms wrap around me, pulling me close to him and I gasp. He lifts his head up and looks at me. “Help me, Al.” he said, his eyes roaming around my face.
I gulp and reply, “H-How?” his face is only almost an inch away from mine and I can feel his hot breath on my face.
He just looks at me then to my lips before I feel his mouth crashing onto mine.
Soft… and smooth at first, then searing hot and demanding the next moment. One part of me screams at me to be more rational than hormone driven but another part of me, the greater one, just wants to accept this.
It doesn’t feel… bad… to be kissed by him.
He slants his face, his tongue delving in deeper in my mouth and one of his hands rests at the back of head while his body pushes me against the seat. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me in a such way that I am almost sprawled over his lap.
He separates from my mouth and trails kisses along my jawline to my earlobe, then down my neck, licking and sucking my sensitive skin there.
Even though it’s a bit cold I somehow feel the temperature drastically rising. My body feels like it’s burning as his hands roam everywhere, as if trying to memorize their way around it.
For a moment I can’t even believe that I am inside a car, parked on the road just like that, kissing my best friend while it’s raining outside.
Soon though, he leans away, his arms still around me and almost let out my frustration but just look at him in question.
His voice is a little raspy from our makeout session when he says, “Oh I am not f*cking you in my car.” And if it was possible I might have turned redder at his remark.
He gives me one more short yet slow kiss before he completely pulls away. We are both breathing heavily, or maybe I’m more breathless than him because his eyes are straight on the road as he tries to reach his apartment as fast as he can while I am still trying to catch my breath.
By the time we are inside his apartment, I think we are some what clear headed because I feel like I can finally think straight. Though I’m still unsure on how to feel about everything.
So here I am staring at my reflection in the mirror after a hot bath, trying to convince myself that I am perfectly capable of having normal conversation with my long time best friend, who by the way, recently told me he liked me.
Good. Nice pep talk.
Nodding at myself, I open the bathroom and step into the guest room while towel wipe my hair. What I didn’t expect though, was that I would find him there, on the bed, being so comfortable.
As soon as he saw me, he got down form the edge of the bed, as he made his way towards me. For a moment I thought that he might me drag me to bed and have his way with me, not that I would mind but when he got close, he grabbed me, pushing me against the wall, while he kissed the living daylights out of me.
**** the pep talk. Did I mention that he was a good kisser. It seemed oh so easy to just lost myself in it. Seems like I was wrong about him being clear headed. It was as if he was driven by a newfound passion.
The way he pushed me more into the wall then pulled me by the waist into him, deepening the kiss was just so hot.
His hands roamed my body before resting on my hips, lifting me up and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his torso. My hands gripped and lightly pulled at his hair when he nipped at my lips. I had long forgotten my not so decent form right now and honestly, I hardly cared.
He walked us to the bed without breaking the kiss, until he made me sit on the edge and drew back a little to look at me. He stared at me intently and I was once again taken aback by the raw l*ust written all over his face. And, oddly, it just made me anticipate more of what was about to come.
His hands were resting on my either side while his eyes traveled my face, to my neck and stared longer at my chest and legs unapologetically. “Beautiful.” he whispered to himself. He bent down to give me few short kisses and then pulled me up to stand while I stared at him in confusion.
He sat back down as he looked at me while I just stood there staring at him in question. His eyes swept my body once again before he said, “Strip. Now.”
Huhh…