CHAPTER 30
We were kissing like crazy.
His tongue slipped inside my mouth, gentle yet demanding. And that was one of the things I could feel among the gazzilion things he was doing to me.
It was at that moment I understood why lovers describe this act as that of melting love, cause I felt every square inch of my body dissolve into his.
My fingers tightened around his smooth strands, and pulling him closer.
My veins throbbed, my heart explodes.
I wanted him more than anything in this world. I wanted him. He pushed me backwards ever so slightly that I didn't even notice until my back touched the hard rock with delicacy.
There we were, making out in front of the place I claimed as holy; to be the only one that remained from the ashes of my mom. But, I didn't care at that moment. All I wanted was him.
The thrust of his body against mine was extraordinary. I felt him—all of him—pressed against me, and as I inhaled that extra damn cologne that was just so much like...him.
The most delicious smell I could ever imagine. He smelled like the 3 day old rust that forms against the bark of cinnamon. Dirty, yet full of spice.
His lips tasted like the sweetest nectar a hardworking worker bee could ever produce. His face had the slightest bit of stubble that teased against my delicate checks.
He felt wonderful. His hands were everywhere, and it didn't matter that his lips were already devoting mine, I wanted him closer.
I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him unhumanely closer to which he groaned and tightened his arms around my petite frame.
I left out moan when his fingers brushed against the curve right above my Dimple of Venus that were exposed over my ridden top.
As I stayed there, having the moment of my life, Something within me just clicked.
My eyes snapped open as I pushed him away with a great force. Israel stumbled back and looked me right in the eye.
"Blaire? What's wrong?" He whispered as his hands extended to my face. I turned my face away and shook my head rapidly.
What's wrong? Everything wrong! But it just felt so damn right!
I shook my head again and let out a humorless chuckle as I tried to pull out my hair.
"Blaire?" he sounded concerned. I started right back at his breath-taking eyes I fell in love with since I laid my eyes on them.
"I got to go." I managed to croak out and climbed my way up the rock and headed straight to my car ignoring the calls of my name from Israel.
I shut the door and sat in the driving seat not carrying that I probably soaked. And rested my head on the steering wheel.
What have I done?!
I jerked up to see Israel coming towards my car. I panicked and pulled the car out of there heading straight to the mansion.
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I sigh and plop on my bed, relaxed after the warm shower I had, yet my mind seemed so disturbed.
One second, I insulted him and the next second, I was sucking the daylights out of him.
What the hell is happening to me?!
My mind traveled back to the kiss. I would be lying if I said that wasn't the best kiss I ever had in my entire life. The kisses I shared with Blake was nothing compared to the one I just had.
I groaned and turned to my side on my bed.
This is so not Fair!!
***
I shut the locker and let out a shaky breath.
I didn't sleep a wink last night. That stupid kiss haunted me all night.
I sighed and walked towards the class with the books on my hands.
I'm sure, I look like a zombie who hadn't eaten brains for a long time.
I entered the class and sat on my chair and looked around for Zayn. He should've been here by now... Or probably he was just sucking faces with another bimbo.
I shrugged and opened the textbook. Wow. I didn't understand a single thing in here. I probably look like someone who saw The Parent Trap and wondered what happened to Lindsay Lohan's British twin.
I turned to my left to see Zayn settle down on his seat. I frowned when I looked at him.
Mannn... Did the truck run him over or something?
He looked pretty drained. He mumbled a small Hi to me and took his textbooks out, totally avoiding eye-contact with me.
I frowned not only because he was purposefully avoiding me but also because he opened his textbooks. Cause trust me when I say this Zayn never opens his textbooks.
"Zayn, Are you alright?" he mumbled a small Yea.
I scowled but didn't question anything and just paid attention to the class while glancing at him occasionally.
***
"Zayn!" I called out as pushed past the students to get to Him.
He glanced back and slowed his pace. I thanked the lords and matched his pace. I looked at him which he completely avoided and looked everywhere but me.
"Zayn. Is something wrong?" I asked once again. He sighed and for the first time in the day, he looked at me and smiled which I sure could see through was fake. He shook his head slightly.
"No, Blaire. I just had something going on in my house. And also, I'm pretty nervous on how Mrs. Carter would think of our project" He reviled referring to the one we submitted a few days ago.
I rose an eyebrow. Is it just me, or is he just acting too weird today? I shrugged.
"Well, we did pretty well. Don't worry about it" I said I touched his arm to which and he shrugged it off as soon as possible.
Okay. Now, somethings definitely up.
"Zayn, Please, is there something-"
"No, Blaire. I'm perfectly alright." He said with a sigh.
"You sure?"
"Positive" he replied and walked to his car after bidding farewell to me.
Well, I deal with that later. I have my own problems to worry about. I sighed and dropped my gaze towards my shoes.
My mind traveled back to the kiss.
Urghh!! Now, that's not something I should think about! I shook my head in disbelieve on how my body is reacting to a simple kiss and climbed into my car.
Well, but, what I do know, is that I'm going to have a couple of sleepless nights.
***
I sighed frustrated and walked into my room then, kicked the door close, with the back of my leg. I dumped my bag on my desk and sat on my bed.
Crunch.
I rose my eyebrow. What the hell was that?
I moved again to hear the sound again and felt something against my butt. I frowned and got up to see, a now, crumbled note that had been left by someone.
Don't tell me it's one Syed's quirky notes again.
I picked up the paper and straightened it with a bored expression on my face totally expecting what is going to be in there.
Eh...
My eyes widen when I read the note.
Dear Blaire,
How have you been? Are they treating you well? I hope so.
-Anna.
Well, Fuck.
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