We stared up at each other, our breathing already heavy. His lips met mine, in a long close-mouthed kiss. Both our eyes were open, staring back at each other. He pulled away, his breath mingling with mine. My eyes fluttered closed, and suddenly he was everywhere.
It suprised me, almost made me gasp, how angry his kissing was. I didn't know what made me kiss him back, maybe the tingles that I felt all the way down to my toes from kissing this boy, or it was the fact that he seemed almost desperate to hold onto me. Like I was the only thing that was holding him here, and that - that was what kept me kissing him.
His hand was on my thigh, and one tangled into my hair. Both of my hands were clinging to his face. When he pulled away, I kept my eyes closed. My breathing was labored.
He mumbled something so quickly, I wasn't sure if I'd ever even heard it. It sounded like, "holy shit."
I opened my eyes to find him staring back at me. The swirl of emotions I saw there did make me gasp. Hurt. So much hurt in his eyes, and anger, and desperation. I wanted to make it all go away. I didn't ever want to see this beautiful boy have such horrible emotions.
I didn't know why I said this, but I wanted to assure him, so I murmured, "It's going to be okay." Why these few words made him snap out of whatever trance he was in, I didn't know.
I'd never seen anyone move so quickly. He was up and off of me, in five seconds flat. He licked his lips, "You should go."
I tried to hide my hurt. I had just had one of the most passionate makeout sessions with some guy I didn't know. So I shouldn't feel hurt. I was acting like a slut, making out with some random guy on his bed. I swallowed. "Yeah, I should." I murmured, straightening my dress, and getting off of his bed.
His eyes were focused on the ground, not letting me see those blue orbs that never failed to make me stare. His lips were rolled into his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked troubled. He bit his lip, finally looking up. His face was an emotionless mask. I wanted to see him smile again.
"Yeah, bye." His voice was so cold, and angry, I hurried out of there.
I basically ran down the staircase, trying to stop myself from blushing. I still felt his lips on mine.
"Aria!" I heard my best friend yell. I turned to see Anna with a confused expression on her face. I pushed through people over to her. "Where have you been? Why do you look so out of breath?"
I blushed harder, "No reason," I murmured.
A grin made its way onto her face, "Did you do something?" she asked in a impish voice.
"No!" I denied, looking anywhere but her.
"You did! You kissed someone - and you liked it!" She yelled, grabbing onto my shoulders. Her grin made her look like the Cheshire cat, "Oh you didn't just like it, you LOVED it!" She squealed.
"She loved what?" A new, male voice asked, and I turned to see Scott, smiling at Anna and I.
"She made out with someone, and she loved it!" She squealed, grabbing onto Scott's arm and clinging to it. He turned red, but she didn't notice. I sighed. She's so oblivious.
"Did you?" Scott wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I slapped a hand to my forehead.
"Shut up, guys." I muttered, my cheeks burning red, "Why are you so excited, anyways?" I asked Anna.
She rolled her eyes, "I'm your best friend. I want you to be happy. You look so alive right now!" She thrusted me to a large mirror that was on the wall.
I stared at the girl in the mirror. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed pink, lips red from kissing. I smiled at my reflection. I looked happy.
"See?" She murmured, smiling brightly at my reflection, also.