Forbidden

7

The party ended late at night, music blasted all throughout the time.

It was one in the morning when it died down and I headed up for some serious sleep.

"Well, that was one tiring party." Spencer said, yawning.

"Tell me about it." I moaned as I flipped onto my bed, I yawned loudly.

"Also a very uneducating party. No benefit at all. We learnt nothing except how drunk they can get." Spencer groaned.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sleeping now, so leave me alone." I took the earrings off and put them away.

I stuffed my face in my pillow that oddly smelt like...Tim.

Was he snooping around in my room?

I leaned up on my hands and looked down at the pillow. But I wasn't looking at my pillow. I was looking at a leather jacket with the Anceps tree on it and a T on the top.

"So there's my jacket."

I jumped up on my feet and glared at him standing outside my window. He was leaning against the sill with a smirk on his face.

"What is it doing on my bed?" I asked, grabbing it and heading to the window. I opened it more and shoved it into his chest.

He frowned. "Aw, don't be a meanie."

I rolled my eyes, moving to close the window but Tim moved his body in and climbed into my room.

I took a step back  at our closeness.

He grinned at me. "What? Don't like the warmth?"

I rolled my eyes. "Get out." I pointed at the door.

Tim tilted his head sideways and pouted at me. "You kicking me out, princessa?"

"Sheya." I nodded, my finger still pointed at the door.

Tim took a step closer to me. "That's a shame."

I froze as Tim placed a hand on my waist. He leaned closer, his nose running up my cheek and he pressed his cheek against mine.

"I'd love to stay." He whispered huskily in my ear, his lips pressed against my sensitive skin. "If only you'd let me."

He placed his other hand on my back. "Dance with me, Rachel." He purred.

I took a shaky breath in. His mere touch sent shivers through out my whole body. His breath against my skin felt like cold wind on a hot summers day.

"Dance with you?" I whispered.

Tim moved and looked down at me. "Yes." He moved aside and took his phone out of his pocket. "To what do we dance?" He grinned as he looked down at his phone.

He played Sway by Michael Buble. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and I didn't protest or push away.

I don't know why. I just let him do it.

I mindlessly wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we began slow dancing.

Tim leaned down and buried his face in my neck, his breath against my skin. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, his lips tickling my skin.

"For?" I asked, leaning my chin on his shoulder.

"I was so rude to you." He said, his arms wrapping tighter around me, like he was afraid of letting me go or of me pushing away. "I should have been more gentle."

I sighed. "Yeah, you should have."

"You're mad at me, right?" Tim asked, his voice still muffled as he didn't move his head.