Chapter 5

“I just threw up everywhere” she groans, as she peeks at me below her pretty lashes, a small smile on her now wet lips “I’m disgusting” Flame adds and I exhale deeply and scoff. How dare she insults my taste?

“Then explain to me why the fuck you look so sexy” I whisper, my teeth clenched and breath held as I trace my thumb lightly over the outline of her lips, appreciating them. I was trying to be super careful with my tone and choice of words; I didn’t want to alarm her in any way. “I want to know” I add and she opens her eyes more, teasing me with a smirk. She knew what she was doing. And I couldn’t care less that she had just thrown up, she looked so fucking attractive to me. With those sleepy eyes, that curve on her lips that needed to be on mine yesterday.

I could already feel those pillowy lips on mine, her lower lip between my teeth as I sucked on it, our breaths mixing, chests heaving… Panting. I bet she was sweet like strawberries. That kind of sweet that you can’t get enough of, the kind that never fades. I had never seen lips like these, never been drawn to kiss someone this much. Probably because I never looked this closely, but I was sure she was the only one who had lips this attractive.

My eyes meet hers and I release a breath, biting hard on my own teeth as I fight the lust. I think I smoked too much weed tonight. Yeah, it’s definitely the weed.

“Fuck Sparks” I sigh, fighting a whine of desperation as I lean close to her. I need her. I watch as her eyes burn into mine, daring me before they trail lower to my parted lips and I lose it. She’s lucky I held back for that long.

I lean closer to her and she completely surprises me by meeting me half way pressing her soft, cold lips on mine. Holy fuck. I don’t have time to get cocky and think about the fact that she might have wanted me just as bad, as I short circuit, and my body literally twitches awake as if it’s been dead for years. Sparks electrocuted me. 

She fucking breathed life into me the moment her lips touched me.

This wave of relief hits me as she kisses me, her lips and kiss soft just like I imagined. There’s no secret intent to it, she doesn’t want much from me like all the other girls, and I surprisingly don’t think of much either… Just her mouth on mine. My teeth grazing her lower lip, hers grazing mine, her silent sighs of appreciation, my moans of need, my tongue deeping between her precious lips for a taste.

It’s as if something clicks at that moment and the lust intensifies as I grab her gently by the back of her head, my finger intertwining in her soft locks, and I press my lips harder against hers loving how delicate she felt against me. Her hands trail up my chest and she grabs me by the neck, pulling me closer, and moaning more life into me and I almost fucking melt right then and there. Our heads tilt to give each other better access and the grip we have on each other tightens as our sounds and heavy breathing fill the bathroom.

I’m still lost in the best kiss of my life when she abruptly pulls away and moves back, making me stupidly chase her, my eyes still closed. Fuck, I’m so high. Weed and clearly this woman in front of me should be illegal.

It takes me a moment but I finally open my eyes and look at her. That was way too soon, she has to know it was way too soon…

I search for my words but… Yeah, I’m speechless. She stole my voice.

“I just kissed you with puke in my mouth” she giggles, her hand flying to her lips and I scoff a laugh. She was adorable.

“I know, that was so hot” I’m grinning, still studying her face. I want more. “You tired?” I find myself asking as I continue to look at her closely. She looked exhausted, extremely beautiful, but still tired. She answers me with a nod and the weed I’ve probably overdone gives me this sudden weird urge… I want to take care of her.

“Want to go to my place?” I ask, weirdly not with the intention to fuck. I just want her to have some rest. I want to watch her sleep, confirm if she’s still as beautiful. I want to watch her all night. I’m not trying to be creepy she was just interesting to look at.

“As I said… you move so fast” she scoffs and I laugh finally looking away from her. “You’ve not even asked me out for dinner and you already want to fuck?” she raises a brow at me and I raise my hands in defense.

“Who said anything about fucking Sparks?” I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and try not to obsess over how soft it is. Everything about her is so soft. “You look tired, you should rest.”

“But I still wouldn’t mind doing other things” I smirk. If she wanted to, I wouldn’t say no. Who in their right mind would?

“I am.” She groans a response and I shake my head and gently lift her off the counter. Rest it was then.

I walk out of the bathroom with her half passed out in my arms, getting odd looks from a few people and I glare right back. I use the back door to avoid Austin and Drew, didn’t want several questions right now.

I’m thankful when I get to my jeep that was parked closer to the house, knowing how unbelievably stoned I get and how much I hate searching for my car. I place her in the back seat, hearing her groan as I get into the driver’s seat and I smile “Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking too much if you can’t handle it.” I shouldn’t be the one to tell her this, but I’m used to overdrinking. She’s clearly not.

“Shut up” she groans again.

“Suit yourself” I whisper to myself and start the car.

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“Now I’ll get you to stand up slowly… Slowwwly” I coo, trying to be as soft as possible as I help her out pf my car and start leading her to my modern cottage, her full body weight on me.

This was barely my house, I was never really here. I owned it but mostly stayed over at Austin’s or Drew’s. How I got this place was a long story, but it was more about me having a place I could call home rather than a roof over my head. I’ve had a gigantic roof over my head all my life, it’s overrated honestly. I need a quiet place with distant neighbors that I had the fortune of never knowing, a place no one except my friends knew of, a place only the guys came by… Well, now you can count Flame as one of the guys, I guess.

We stumble into my house my half-drunk and obviously stoned mind needing rest but my bratty body wanting other things.

By this time Flame is already half asleep her eyes half closed and mumbling adorably. I’d really love to hear what she’s saying but her words are pretty inaudible. I walk up the stairs and open my bedroom door, gently placing her on the bed that hasn’t been used for weeks and has never been used by anyone except me.

I haven’t been to my place for a while but things were just as I remembered them, except dustier. I wince as I look around the room my eyes landing on the layers of dust on my nightstand.

I plop next to Sparks on the bed and lay on my side to look at her. The little lighting in my room coming from the moon outside reflects on her face making her look almost angelic, innocent, soft… Tempting.

I have never appreciated my lack of curtains more, the gentle light from the moon was doing wonders to her already ethereal features. Maybe it was the little liquor I had playing tricks on me but she looks like something magical, something precious that needed to be protected at all costs. I would volunteer to do it. I would watch over her even if it meant all night days to come.

The fact was she was interesting to watch even in her sleep, with a peaceful look in her face and pouted lips made me smile. Damn she was cute. And I was as jealous as I was enthralled. I wanted to look and feel that peaceful but the again, I didn’t want her to share that with anyone. I wanted her to keep it so I could watch her.

My thumb slowly brushes against her cold cheeks and I feel her shiver against me. She was cold. I get up and pull the covers over her body, grinning in the dark like some weirdo when she sighs softly. Hmm weird, I’m the one usually undressing and throwing the covers aside and here I am caring about how cold she is.

I lay back down carefully and don’t think about it as I pull her close to me as if it’s the most natural thing to do.

Immediately I realize what I’m doing, my heart rate increases and my eyes widen as I tense, not sure why though. Was I nervous or excited? Any of those would be weird because I’ve been close like this with more than a few women why would she be any different? I fail to understand where my fright is coming from. Why I’m scared and unsure.

I pull away and take in a deep breath, closing my eyes, and giving myself the middle finger for acting like an amateur. Then I look to my side at Sparks who’s pretty gone and totally unaware of the anxious person next to her.

It was funny when I thought more about it. Why did I want her close anyway?

She was asleep, nothing would happen between us, I shouldn’t even be in the same bed as her.

Ugh shut up, it felt right for some reason and I deserve to feel good. I flip myself off one last time before pulling her body close to mine again. I place my arms around her, one below her neck and the other around her waist and sigh loving the feeling of her warm body against mine. This is what I’m talking about when I say something feels right. This is the only right thing with the world right now. It’s not felt this right and safe for years.

I’m still anxious and questioning my move but the over-thinking stops when she snuggles closer to me, nuzzling my neck, and throws one of her legs over my stiff ones. She sighs quietly and peacefully as if she too feels how right all this is… Maybe she does. Maybe I’m giving her the sense of peace she’s giving me.

Look, I’ve done almost every drug in this world… Don’t question me, I know what I’m talking about. But none of them have made me feel this… Quiet. Something about her warm, soft body against mine, her breath tickling my neck felt… Fucking amazing.

I’m sure that this is as peaceful as I’ll ever feel and as wanted as I’ll ever want to feel. It doesn’t matter that it was by some unconscious drunk girl who knew nothing about me.

But then again, I’m just high.

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Re-editing is not easy I swear it, so many fucking mistakes and undescriptive descriptions I could kick myself but I’m working on it, this chapter used to be worse than it is now. Anywayyyy you know what to do to make the next chapter appear.

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Enjoyed working on their first kiss again.