I was actually going to do this.
"What is it?" He stared at me in mild confusion, clearly not picking up on my newfound determination.
It was like an uncontrollable impulse kept growing inside of me. The voice that was usually there in my head, keeping me from reacting to these instincts was nowhere in sight. In fact, there was a new voice there now, urging me to...
Kiss him! Look at those juicy lips, you know you want to taste them! Just. Kiss. Him!
I got up from the couch and stood in front of him, our bodies almost pressed together. He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. For someone who had been so good at reading my mind recently, he was failing epicly in that moment. Grabbing his shoulders with my hands, I lifted myself toward him and saw realization flash through his expression.
"Hey, whoa, Aimee." His Adam's apple bobbed visibly and he put his hands on my shoulders, keeping me from coming any closer, "You're drunk."
I clicked my tongue impatiently, "I'm not drunk!" I was so close to those lips, my eyes were unable to focus on anything else.
He swallowed hard again, giving me a disbelieving look. It was obvious he was far from convinced of my sobriety. Why was he acting like such a gentleman at a time like this?
Exhaling in annoyance, I snaked one hand around his neck and felt him shudder, "Look, I'm drunk enough to want to do this but not drunk enough to not know what I'm doing." I knew now without a shadow of a doubt that liquid courage was a real thing.
"And you won't regret it?" There was a mixture of eagerness and scepticism in his voice. It became obvious that he was using every ounce of his resolve to resist me. Considering he was definitely more drunk than I was that in itself was impressive.
"No!" I basically screamed at him.
Maddox searched my face as if he still couldn't believe I was being serious. Then his eyes dropped to my mouth and desire flashed through his eyes with an intensity that made me shiver. He inhaled sharply and licked his lips, his hands moving from my shoulder to my neck. One hand touched the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek.
Oh God, just kiss me!
And then I saw his resolve shatter to pieces right in front of my eyes.
His thumb lifted my chin ever so slightly and the other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him. He lowered his head and I felt his breath against my skin. A hazy memory of a dream spun through my mind but was gone within a second. With his lips an inch away from mine, reality seemed so much better.
Maddox pressed his lips against mine gently, like he was afraid I would disappear if he wasn't careful enough. The kiss was restrained, soft, warm... too timid for the wave of desire it instigated within me.
Taking advantage of my temporary burst of confidence, I licked his bottom lip.
A groan reverberated through him and then the kiss became anything but timid.
Our breaths mingled, and his grip on me became more desperate, as if he couldn't get me close enough. His tongue brushed against mine in a maddening way, a way that ensured he was dominating all of my senses. That I was so consumed in this kiss, I forgot oxygen even existed. It felt like he was making a statement, a claim. Almost like he was trying to prove a point and say what words couldn't: please be mine. A point I was far too gone to actually comprehend beyond just a fleeting realization.
His teeth grazed my bottom lip and I shivered in delight at the sensation, a small whimper leaving me. I felt him smile into the kiss, satisfied with my reaction, and his hand curled around my hair. I don't know how long we kissed but I had no desire to stop.
I wanted to drown in his touch, his warmth, his passion. Who needed air, anyway?
In the morning, I woke up with a smile. I'd had such a good dream of soft kisses turned fervent. It took me a few moments before my sleepy haze cleared and I realized that it wasn't a dream. That had actually happened.
I sat up in bed, my hand touching my lips as I remembered every detail of last night.
Oh my God.
The kisses were out of this world. I'd kissed guys before but never like that. Not only did Maddox know what he was doing when it came to kissing, it felt like he'd invented it. I wanted so badly to do it again, however, my rational side was back in full swing and it wasn't happy.
What did you do? You know you can't have anything with him!
I covered my face with my hands and sighed. Even though I knew it was pointless, even though I knew it couldn't happen again, there wasn't a single part of me that regretted that kiss.
It just couldn't happen again. I knew it to my core and the realization made my chest clench uncomfortably. This was too dangerous, going down this road with Maddox. How could I even know he was serious? He said he liked me but he hasn't been around any other girl since the start of this lockdown.
What he felt was probably some version of the suspension bridge effect. As soon as quarantine was over, he'd remember that he only does one-night stands, and anything happening between us would be over.
When that happens, I'll be the only one getting hurt.
I knew my thoughts were rational and logical, but it was hard to ignore how much logic made my heart hurt.
When I finally left my room, I saw Maddox in the kitchen, pouring himself a coffee.
He instantly looked up at me and gave me the brightest smile I'd ever seen. My heart dropped, knowing the kind of conversation I needed to have with him.
"We need to talk," I blurted out before he had a chance to say anything.
Instantly a look of horror crossed his face, "Shit, were you too drunk after all?" He swallowed anxiously and seemed to be clutching his cup of coffee so hard I was afraid it would explode into pieces.
Frowning I shook my head, "What? No. I-I don't regret what happened..."
His face relaxed and the smile was back on his face. He set down his cup of coffee and started walking toward me. Seeing him like this, so open and eager, made me want to run to him. But I couldn't.
I raised my arms to stop his approach, afraid I wouldn't be able to say what I needed to if he came any closer.
"But, it can't happen again." I said, looking down at the ground, unable to face him.
My heart hammered in my chest, my throat was dry and tight, and I felt like I wanted to cry.
I don't think this was just hormones, anymore.
Hi lovelies! ❤️
SO THE KISS FINALLY HAPPENED.
What did you think? Do you like how the kiss played out? Was it worth the wait? Not juicy enough?
As you can see, half of this chapter is just the kiss and I have zero regrets about that personally. 😂
I know I said I would take a day break before I continued writing but considering the cliffhanger in the last chapter I couldn't resist writing the new one... I still might take a break tomorrow or on Monday.
Alsooo, do you guys have a favorite romantic movie? I'd love to watch something cute this weekend.
One of my personal favourites is Before Sunrise.
Oh my God, if you haven't watched that movie, please do! I honestly have no words for how well-executed and unbearably cute that story is. I know it's old but trust me, you won't regret watching it. There's also two more sequels. And if you have watched it, and love it, can we just fangirl over what a romance classic that is??? ❤️
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you'll have a lovely weekend.
Stay strong and stay safe!