"Max-"
"No, c'mon."
Her hands slide over my shoulders and rest on the sides of my neck. Looking up at her, she looks like an angel, like one that's fallen from Heaven.
But I know better.
"Please Fang-"
But I surprise her and roll over, and she's underneath me. Her arms are at her sides and her wings are folded underneath her, lifting her off the bed a little. She looks like the picture of innocence, and I can't help but to want her, want her with every fiber of my stupid teenage body.
Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath and her chest rises and
Oh my god.
Her breasts, only covered by a simple white bra, come closer to me and it makes me want to rip her apart.
"Cut the shit," I say roughly. Only, she can feel that I'm aroused, and she smiles with her eyes closed.
"Max," I say.
She snaps up and crushes her face to mine, so fast that I couldn't even begin to stop her. We've both got bloody lips now but it doesn't matter, won't matter.
She is everywhere and everything. She is all I see, because my eyes are open and so are hers. She is all I feel, hear, and smell. Her hair smells like citrus, her skin like something I have no knowledge of.
She stops first because she needs air, and that's when I shove her away from me and jump back as far as I can. It's not far enough though, and I'm still inside this tiny room with her.
She rises slowly, and says something I can't hear.
"What did you say?"
She looks at me and says "Please, Fang," and her eyes are burning like a supernova that I once saw a picture of. It was beautiful, but it was too foreign to care about. Too far away.
She is too close.
The solution to her being too close is not to walk towards her until my legs hit the bed. This is what I do.
She gets on her knees and drags her fingernails down my arm. It hurts. "Stop it."
"Say it like you mean it," she says, but I can't, so I don't.