Benefits

Ch. 14: Out of My League

"Yes, ma'am." He says practically sarcastic.

"We're going to be talking later Dawn." She rolls her eyes at Jake's back and slams the door.

I roll my eyes at the shut door. Jake sighs profoundly and starts up the steps. "Am I to heavy for you?" I ask him because he sighed.

He chuckles." No, but considering I just got into yet another fight; my hands are bruised. I had to pick you up from the parking lot to my car; then to your house, I had to stand here and listen to your mom yell at me... You're not heavy; I'm just tired."

The buzz that I had earlier is slightly gone, but I still have fuzzy thoughts looming through my brain.

He plops me on my bed. I thought he was going to leave right afterward, but he sits on the side. My bedroom is pretty dark, so I turn on my bedside table lamp. I see him squint in his shades.

"Jake?"

"Hm." He hums.

"Take off your glasses."

"No." He says firmly. It's not even close to being light in here.

"Please." I pout at him.

"No."

I grab his face and push his lips towards mine. His breath didn't smell exactly like mint, more like beer and smoke. His breath didn't taste bad though, just different from the usual minty chocolate that I craved. I desired anything that had Jake Dennings lips involved. I shouldn't complain about either. My breath was probably soaked with alcohol. Knowing Jake though, he probably tastes worst girls mouths.

He accepts my kiss. Our lips molded together for a moment. His hands are automatically going to my low hips. My hands are on his cheeks, cupping them. While he's distracted, I take them off his eyes. I almost couldn't detach my lips from his, but I did with force. He keeps his eyes shut. "Jake! It's very dim lighting, I swear to you; your eyes won't hurt."

"Yes, they will." He whines.

I scoot closer to him to give a gentle peck on the lips, something different from our usually fierily kisses, but it's soft and sweet. "I want to see your eyes." His eyes relax, but they stay closed. I kiss down his jaw slowly, then down to his neck with pepper kisses, he releases a deep moan.

I pull back entirely and wait for him to relax.

Twenty seconds roll by, and I'm about to give his glasses back, but he opens his eyes one by one. "That was dirty." He motions to my assault from my lips.

"I had to get you to take them off one way or another."

His eyes gleam with redness, but they are still smoothly moss emeralds.

"We need to talk." He says seriously.

I shake my head. "There is nothing to talk about Jake. You're not a one girl kind of guy."

He rolls his eyes. "You don't think I know that. I don't date. The last person I dated was actually three years ago, and that won't change. But we still need to talk."

"About?" I still didn't get why we had to talk. "We both just have a lust for each other, and through time- it'll go away."