French Beauty (gxg)

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The song for this chapter is "Gravity" by John Mayer. Doesn't have anything to do with the chapter, but I love it.

Rose POV:

I woke up with Giselle sleeping on top of me; her head rested on top of my chest and one of my arms was underneath her. She looked so peaceful and I didn't want to wake her up. My arm that she slept on was asleep, but I could care less.

The room was lit by the outside light peeking through her curtains. It was silent except for the occasional noise from a car passing by. So peaceful, I could wake up like this every morning.

I'm glad I decided to come to her house last night. After the kiss, I panicked. Seeing her with Cara and hearing how highly she thinks of Cara made me feel something. I wasn't sure what it was, but I know I didn't like the feeling. I saw how Cara looked at her and I wanted her to stop.

When I took Giselle upstairs, I didn't plan on kissing her, it just happened. One moment I was pissed off because of Cara, then the next I was kissing Giselle. I couldn't help it. I was feeling so many emotions at one time and wasn't thinking clearly. Seeing her fired up was new. We've had arguments before, but we seldom yelled at one another, especially not over something so petty. When she was yelling at me, I don't know why, but a thought popped into my mind that I've never had before, at least not for girls. I had thought that she looked so fucking hot.

I've never thought of Giselle in that way before. Of course, I've noticed how gorgeous she is and I've told her many times, but this was different. This wasn't just me appreciating her beauty, this was me finding her attractive in a way that made me think very inappropriate thoughts about her. And before I knew what was happening, I had pushed her against the wall and kissed her.

The couple knocking at the door pulled me back into my senses.

I could not believe what I had done. I had kissed my best friend. Although, the thing that shocked me the most was that she had kissed me back. I was stunned to say the least.

I was too afraid to meet her eyes because I wasn't sure how she was going to react, so I ran.

It was a childish thing to do, but at that moment I could not think straight. Literally, I could not think straight. I loved the way her lips felt on mine. My mind was fuzzy and my legs felt weak. All I could focus was on her lips. Her soft and succulent lips. If we weren't interrupted,  I don't know if we would have stopped.

Once I had made it downstairs, I immediately found Matt. He was so wasted. The poor guy was going to feel awful in the morning. I asked him to take me home and he complied. His chauffeur was nearby, waiting on Matt for whenever he was needed.

On the ride home, Matt kept flirting with me. He typically flirts with me, but since he was drunk, the flirting intensified. He kept using corny pick up lines. It started off innocently, then turned dirty. He told me, "I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on." He didn't seem to understand that I wasn't enjoying his attempts at seduction because he kissed me, and I let him. I had never thought of myself as gay, but now with Giselle, I wasn't sure. I felt so much when kissing her and I wanted to see what I would feel when kissing a boy. It's not that I haven't kissed a boy before, it's just when I've kissed them, I didn't feel all the emotions that I did with Giselle. With boys all it was to me was two lips touching one another mixed in with spit.

I didn't feel anything when Matt kissed me, but disgust, I'm not sure if it was directed towards him or at me. All I knew was that it didn't compare to Giselle. I quickly pushed him off of me and told him I wasn't feeling well. I've kissed Matt before and it has always been dull, but I figured that was how kissing was because I had never felt anything.