She leads me further back through the apartment. It seems like it's way bigger than I thought, if that's possible. When we're almost at the end of the apartment, she suddenly pulls me to the left and out a door that takes us to the main hallway of the floor. I'd be wondering who the hell designed this place if the way Santana was holding my hand wasn't shooting an indescribable feeling through my entire body. I just keep following her. Finally, she leads me up some stairs that take us up to God knows where. We just keep walking higher and higher until we reach the light at the end of the long tunnel.
It's ironic, really. I followed her through this tunnel to a light at the end, when, in actuality, the darkness in the tunnel was just this long, extended chance to walk away. When I reached that light, I was too far gone to turn back.
We're on the roof. We step onto fake plastic grass and walk over to the edge. It has the most amazing view of the city. You can see every light on in all the buildings on this side of town. It's like from here, you could just choose a light and follow it to a whole new world never before visited. All you'd have to do is pick one. Man, how I'd love to be able to escape into a different world. I'd love to just get away from everything.
I turn to see Santana next to me, almost as deep in thought as I was a few seconds ago. She's so beautiful.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask sweetly. She turns to look at me. I mean, really look at me. Her gaze on me feels like she's reading the story of my life just by staring past the soul in my eyes. Suddenly, all those lights and little worlds below us don't matter anymore. I just want to escape into the world behind the light in her eyes. The one where I could see past any facades or walls she's built around herself. I want to escape into the world. Where she's all I need and I'm all she wants.
"I'm just," she sighs, "thinking." I move closer. With every inch I move towards her, I can feel this electric current. It's like we mold more into one person with every passing second, creating this unbeatable synergy that could probably do just about anything we wanted it to. It felt that powerful to just stand beside her.
I leave only 3 inches between our lips. "About what?" I ask, although I'm more concerned with using my lips for other purposes right now. She looks down at the lack of space between us, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I just… have you ever wanted to just escape?" she says.
In that very moment, I felt myself give her my everything. I felt us fuse into one person, one heart, and one soul, inhabiting two bodies. And even though we were split in two, we were so much stronger than before. But this is all her fucking fault.
"Only every day of my life," I chuckle. I watch her until she's out of my line of sight and I feel her move behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I can feel every single spark flowing through my body at a hundred miles a minute. I know she feels them too.
"Well, then," she whispers into my ear sultrily, "let's escape together." I feel her pull away and suddenly, the warm Manhattan air doesn't seem to be able to keep me cozy the same way that she does. I follow her to where she has a blanket spread out on the plastic grass. She pulls something out of her pocket and hides it behind her back.
"What's that?" I say, too mesmerized by the devilish look she was giving me to care about the answer. She stares at me intently for a second.
"Do you trust me?" she says without breaking her stare. For what seems like an eternity, I stare back at her. Truthfully, I don't even know how to answer her. It's not that I don't trust her. It's that I do and I don't even know why. Telling her would just confirm the fact that I am head over heels for her already. It's scary feeling to give yourself away to someone else, especially without your own consent.
"Yes," I say almost at a whisper.
She pulls the hand she has behind her back to the front to reveal a plastic baggie full of something I'd only seen on television. In her hand, she had something that people throw their entire lives away for. Still, an hour later I'm lying on top of her and we're feeling the effects of something powerful coursing through our veins.
She flips us over and suddenly, she's on top of me breathing cool air onto my neck with a hand running through my hair. She moves closer to my ear and whispers, "Do you feel it?"
I feel a lot of things. I feel her heartbeat colliding with mine. I feel this adrenaline rush mixed with a refreshing calm washing over me. I feel the heat that this beautiful girl on top of me creates between my thighs. I feel everything I need to and nothing that I don't. I don't feel rushed or stressed. I just feel her. I'm not sure which drug is stronger—the raven-haired beauty whose lips have moved to my pulse point, causing my mind to dream up the most sinful things to do to her, or the physical substance coursing through our blood, making every touch tingle in the silliest of ways.
"I feel," I breathe out, "good." She smiles into the crook of my neck.
