Honey

13. Soft Like Clouds.

"Oh, I've never heard this one before," Thomas states, turning the radio up slightly. I'm shocked, truly shocked. How has this boy never heard Lovegame before.

"You're joking right?" I ask, hopeful that he is because if not, one of us isn't making it out of this car alive. I'll give you a hint, it's not me.

"Would you be mad if I said I wasn't?" He asks hesitantly, stiffening as if preparing for my wrath. The look of pure fear on his face made me stop thinking about hitting him.

"No, I'm just surprised you haven't," I lie. It's so tempting to hit him, just do it he can take it. But he's driving and if he crashes he's taking me with him. I refrain from assaulting him for now.

He relaxed then, seemingly grateful that I didn't go through with what I had planned in my head.

"So, am I taking you home?" He asks all of a sudden. I mean, I thought it was obvious. Where else would I want to go?

"Sure," I answer hesitantly, not sure if that's the right thing to say. Did he want to take me somewhere else? I don't know. I hope not because I'm fucking tired and all I wanna do right now is go home and sleep. Even though it's not even seven pm, but still, social interaction takes a toll on me, what can I say?

The car drifts back into silence again, except for the song that is no longer Lady Gaga but some other pop song that I have no interest in.

No sooner than that do we arrive at my house, Thomas parking haphazardly on the curb. He can drive but he's and idiot when it comes to parking I swear.

He turns off the engine, looking over at me with hopeful eyes and a smile that makes my heart go wild. His mesmerising blue eyes draw me closer, but I withstand the temptation.

"So, um, bye I guess," he says, although he doesn't look like he wants to say it at all. Neither do I.

"Yeah, uh, bye," I say, reluctantly turning away and going to open the door. He stops me though, gripping my arm with so much force that I'm almost afraid he'll cut off my blood supply. I turn back to face him, his expression nervous as am I.

I instinctively lean closer, him doing the same until our faces were merely inches apart, his breath fanning my face, our lips almost touching. My heart is beating faster than I thought possible and I almost thought he could hear it with how loud it was.

"Can I, um," he asks, his voice a breathy whisper that caused butterflies in my stomach, "can I kiss you?"

I don't hesitate, "fuck yes."

In a matter of seconds his lips are on mine, kissing me tenderly. They're softer than I could have ever imagined, like clouds slowly caressing me. The kiss is slow, both of us savoring every second of it.

I move my hands to run my fingers through his soft hair, tugging him closer. He places a hand on my waist, rubbing circles into the skin with his thumb, while the other goes to the back of my neck in a desperate plea to pull me closer.

I only break away when I'm sure I need to breathe, not wanting it to end. I take in a deep breath, our lips still touching before kissing him again, a bit faster this time, our lips practically moving in sync. He nibbles on my bottom lip, begging me to open my mouth to let his tongue explore every inch of it. I want to, I really fucking want to.

But I don't.

"We will, soon," I whisper against his lips when I pull away, my breathing staggered as I try desperately to catch my breathe.

I lean back, taking in his disheveled appearance, his soft hair standing up from having my fingers run trough it. His soft, plump lips that are a shade redder from me devouring them. I'm sure mine are the same. He's panting along with me, attempting to catch his breathe as well. His hand remains on my hip, mindlessly rubbing circles with his thumb.

"We better cause that's all I wanna do right now B," his voice is raspy, barely above a whisper. I nod my head in acknowledgment. I place my hand on his that's still resting on my hip, interlocking our fingers. I bring his hand to my mouth, kissing the back of it before placing it down on his lap.

"I promise, we will."

With that, I reluctantly turn away, but not before giving him the biggest smile I could muster, him mirroring it instantly. I open the door, slowly climbing out of the car before closing it behind me.

Thomas roles down the window and I lean back in, the temptation to kiss him again unbearable.

"Bye Thomas."

"See ya round hot stuff."

I try not to puke on the spot from his cringe-worthy proclamation as he winks at me before rolling back up the window and turning on the engine, giving me a small wave that I find myself giving back before he speeds down the street, turning a corner and leaving my sight.

Trust me, all I wanted to do was shove my tongue down his throat. But, I also didn't want to risk my family seeing me devouring the star quarterback in his car.

I plan to keep my promise though, one way or another, by the end of the week I will have tasted the fine cuisine that is Thomas Baker.

A/N:

My baby's finally kissed. I'm crying I'm so proud 🥹🥲❤️

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And, side note, if you have someone that you want to kiss, do it. Because trust me bitch, you are worth kissing. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

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