Silk Touch | dreamwastaken

Chapter 22:

i immediately sigh and i reach up to tug his hair. clay smiles against the kiss and we stop as the song finally ends. we pull away, catching our breaths. i smile wider and we hug, his hand going to press my head into his chest. 

poppy cheers and whoops, the rest of the crowd following. she starts up another song, its familiar tunes filling the house. my eyes brighten and clay starts to laugh. 

"oh sh!t, you live in the canyon, how big is your mansion?"

the whole entire house erupts as voices try to sing along. i laugh and i pull on clay's arm to extend him. "c'mon, let's dance!" i try to encourage but clay shakes his head. i can see a stupid grin trying to form on his lips but he turns serious. 

i shrug and pull away, dragging my hands up against the side of my body, lip-syncing to the lyrics.

"fresh out of school, now you working and focusing on fashion."

i feel clay's eyes hot on my body and i'm too intoxicated to be embarrassed.

"pretty girl and you let go, got time but you goat goals."

i watch as clay opens his mouth and exhales, but i don't stop. i smile mischievously up at him before swiping my thumb on my lip. i watch as his pupils dilate in the brightly lit room, which gives me confidence.

"hey, baby waste your time with me in california."

clay lets out a groan and he rushes forward, his hands landing on my waist. "you owe me for this." he mumbles in my ear before pulling back and dancing with me. i turn around and lean on him, starting to feel slightly dizzy. man, i have such a low alcohol tolerance.

"la la la la la, now we at the same house party."

i hum to the music and clay chuckles. i accidentally grind on him and i hear the inhale and i grin, looking up. clay looks down and his brows are knit together. my hands land on his arms, which are resting on my waist. "careful." i breathed out and clay grumbles. "you be careful."

throughout the whole entire time, clay and i dance weirdly, laughing at each other and when the song ends, poppy plays a song before coming over to me. clay has stopped to take a sip of his drink and poppy takes the opportunity to whisper into my ear quickly. "2 doors on the left is a guest room if you need some privacy." poppy informs me and winks, smiling before she vanishes inside the crowd. i stare at where she was, shock and surprise flowing through me.

did she just offer a room for clay and i to have... oh wow.

i turn back to clay and smile. "there's a room." i simply say and clay cocks his head. "what..?" "if you need to talk to me privately, 2nd door to the left is free," i say, grabbing his water to chug it down. clay is staring at me, thinking before he nods simply. "okay." i glance at him, waiting for something, but he doesn't say anything else.

i scoff and look at him. "you're supposed to say something..." "like what?" clay asks, and i stare at him, trying to decide if he is actually serious. i watch as his eyes shift into humor for a split second and i huff. "what? tell me." he's making me say it? really?

i sigh and pause before grabbing his shirt to pull us closer. i lean into his ear and speak. "you're supposed to ask if i wanted to go over there right now idiot." clay chuckles. "to do what?" i push his chest and i storm off, my mind completely fuzzy. what am i doing? why am i walking away? is it because clay likes to tease to the point where i actually walk away? maybe...

before i can make it past a few feet, i feel a hand grab my arm and i spin around watching as clay leads me to the room. i swallow, realizing that maybe it's happening. clay opens the wrong door, revealing a couple sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. their moans are loud and none of them notices as clay immediately slams the door shut. he opens the right door this time and i see the bed and dresser, empty since it's a guest bedroom. he shuts the door and locks it.

i watch as his fingers linger onto the lock before they slip off. oh no. maybe i shouldn't have told him. actually, maybe i should have. i'm kinda glad i did. well, no, now i'm doubting myself and i don't think i can actually do this. i watch as clay's gaze travel from the door over to me, his eyes vivid in the dark.

the moon shines through the window, barely lighting the room. i watch as he walks over to the nightstand and tugs on a lamp, lighting the room up. i must have looked worried or anxious because clay comes over and holds me close, his eyes comforting. "we don't have to do this if you don't want to." he assures and i inhale shakily before nodding. "we can."

B!TCH NO WE CAN'T!

um, yes we can. just muster all that self-confidence and strut that runway.

THE ONLY RUNWAY YOU'RE STRUTTING IS CALLED F!CKING PSYCHO?!

i'm not psycho. i'm ready. i love clay.

i know you love him, but you're going to regret this. you're drunk. he's not. will you even remember this?

i know i'm drunk, i'm the one drinking idiot. and if i do forget this, at least i did it in my happiness stage.

i feel him lean us on the bed and i watch as his eyes flit all over me. i can practically count the number of eyelashes on his eyes. he starts off by nudging his nose with mine before kissing me softly. i kiss him back and i feel him get rougher by the second.

soon, the room is filled with nothing but the sounds of our heavy breathing. i pull away and he kisses my neck, gently leaving a bruise. well, guess i'll have to cover that one up. i feel his hands rest on my hips, close to my thighs and i close them instinctively.

i thread my fingers through his hair and i close my eyes. thoughts are swarming my head as we continue, his breath hot on my skin.

please don't let this be a moment i regret.

A/N: idk why i've been feeling like doing cliffhangers recently :P IT JUST KEEPS YOU GUYS ON YOUR TOES THOUGH :))