Another Level-Freak me The dance at pandemonium
Bo Burnham – My whole family thinks I'm gay Jace sings to Alec
Fall out boy - Young Volcanoes the song at the pre-party
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Philosopher Kahlil Gibran wrote, "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."
Chapter 3
I sat at a table in Pandemonium, playing anywhere but here with myself. This was the last place I wanted to be. Aline and her band of bitches was starting to get on my nerves with their constant pestering. Ever since I stopped answering their texts and started decline their not so subtle advances, they´d been doing everything in their power to change my mind. It should have been hilarious, what guy wouldn´t like a bunch of girls fawning all over him? I just found it exhausting.
Take a hint, I wasn't interested anymore, why couldn't they see that?
It was oldies night so the music was from the 90s. Not my favorite, but preferable from the usual trance crap.
I spotted Clary at the bar, for once not surrounded by the usual pack of hyenas. She wore the shortest dress I´d ever seen; to me it looked more like a shirt. If it was any shorter she would´ve been arrested for indecent exposure.
Before I knew it, I was on my way over there. I wanted to confront her about her lie. To dare her to show me the scars she claimed to have, but as soon as I stood beside her the only thing that came out of my mind was, "Screw me if I'm right, but haven't we met before?" I asked it as a joke, as a way to break the ice. What was it with her that made me sound like an idiot every time I opened my mouth?
She rolled her eyes at me but didn't answer.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I tried again, slightly frustrated by her lack of response.
She shrugged her fingernail against the rim of her glass, "Sure, I'll take another one."
I nodded at the bartender to get his attention, pointed at her glass and put up two fingers. The drink arrived almost immediately
"You don't even know what I'm drinking," she said incredulously.
"Hey, I'm not picky," I said and grinned at her.
"Yeah, so I've heard," she snickered.
"So you've heard of me?" I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Yup," popping the p. "Aline and the girls have told me all about you."
Well, shit, "Oh, I didn't… I mean…" I had thought that none of my friends knew about the other.
"Relax, Romeo," she winked at me. "You're secret is safe. The only reason I know is because five girls warned me off you already."
I leaned closer to her and put a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. "You don´t look like a girl that scare easily."
She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "I don't like complications."
I whispered in her ear, "I´ll promise to be very easy,"
"Oh, I don't doubt that," she chuckled.
She looked over my shoulder and a scowl formed on her beautiful face, "Oh, crap."
She jumped off the barstool and pulled me down with her. She wrapped her slim arms around my torso and buried her face against my chest.
My breath caught in my throat, her small body felt incredible against mine. "There´s nothing new that girls throw themselves at me, but there´s usually a little more conversation first," I said huskily.
"I highly doubt that," she murmured, her voice caused delicious vibration against my chest. "Just hide me ok."
I pulled her closer against me and rested my chin on her head. My heartbeat was uneven, and I felt a shiver run through her body when I placed my hands on her lower back. I grinned at her, even though she couldn't see it. I wasn't the only one who were affected by this.
"Great, he's gone," she let go of me and backed away.
I had no idea what she was talking about, I just wanted to keep holding her.
"We haven´t been properly introduced, "I extended my hand at her. "I'm Jace."
"I'm leaving," she turned and started to walk away, but I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Dance with me first," she looked like she was going to object but nodded instead and followed me onto the already full dance floor.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, but still kept her distance. I wouldn't have that, I place my hands on her hips and pulled her close. Her tiny gasp made me smile. None of us moved at first, just stood there until the song ended and a new began. The lyrics seemed to describe everything I wanted to do to her and I could feel my body's involuntary reaction. I moved my body against. Our body's swayed with the music. She pushed her breast against me in an attempt to get even closer and grinded our hips together. I moved one of my hands from her hips, buried in her hair, letting it fall between my fingers. She arched her back and I placed my lips where her shoulder met her neck.
All of a sudden she wasn't in my arms anymore, I looked up and our eyes met. "I'm sorry, I can't do this." She was gone before I could say anything
The scent reached my nose the moment I stepped into Taki's, making my mouth water. Burgers, fries, milkshakes in all kinds of flavors mixed together with countless other scents.
It should´ve been disgusting, but it only caused my stomach to growl.
I went here instead of Java's to hide from the Iceyes and to get some actual food for a change.
I walked up to the counter. "A double cheeseburger, fries, a large strawberry shake," I rattled off my order. "Oh, and do you have those small ketchup containers and black peppar?"
The waitress just stared at me, making me lose my patience. "And top it off with a bowl of coffee flavored ice-cream with hot fudge sauce, whipped cream and hazelnuts."
The waitress kept staring at me, I knew that I was small and that usually meant a small appetite, but I was hungry.
Okay, so maybe someone my size usually didn´t eat that much, but who said I was normal?
I almost sagged in relief when she called out my order to the cook.
"And a cup of coffee, black," I said and added, "like my soul," under my breath.
"I thought gingers didn't have souls," I heard a snicker behind me.
I sighed. Today was not my day. I turned around and met the golden gaze of none other than Jace Herondale. My pulse quickened, I could still feel his lips against my neck, as if it happened just seconds ago rather than last night. "Nice to see you again," I used the same tone of voice as Magnus did when he called me that. Maybe he was rubbing off on me.
"I´m nice to see," he smirked, than nodded to the empty booth in front of him. "Join me?"
"Now why would I do that?" I cocked my head, trying not to show him how it affected me to just look at him.
He gestured around the crowded diner than raised an eyebrow. "You can always sit somewhere else… No wait, there is nowhere else."
His cocky grin made my knees weak, but I suppressed it and glared at him. "Fine," I muttered and slid in across from him.
I almost cried with gratitude when my meal arrived, finally something to focus on besides Jace.
His eyes widened when he stared at the food in front of me.
"You expecting company?" he asked hesitantly.
"I'm hungry, okay. Shut up and eat your own food," I huffed and nodded at his plate. "What is that?"
"Sweet potato fries," he answered and put one in his mouth, chewing carefully.
Yuck.
"So…" he drawled. "I didn't know that Aline let her circle-jerks let like that."
I ignored him and took a large bite of my burger, but laughed on the inside. Circle-jerks, that's clever.
I tried to enjoy my meal in silence, but Jace continued with his snide remarks.
"You know, Lucy," he said, "I'm surprised that Toby let you out of his sight. The way he looks at you reminds me of Izzy when she goes shopping," I stared at him, not understanding the analogy. He shrugged, "You had to be there."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I was getting annoyed. "And why do you call me Lucy?"
"You look like a Lucy, I guess," more grinning.
"Whatever," why couldn't his cocky attitude make him less attractive.
"It´s because of your name," he admitted. "Morgenstern means Morningstar."
"I'm well aware what my name means," he was totally killing my foodbuzz.
"Well, Morningstar equals Lucifer, but Lucy seems more fitting with you being a girl and all."
"I'm flattered that you noticed," I muttered, seriously contemplating to lick the last of the ice-cream off the bowl.
"Plus, all circle-jerks are descendants from Satan," he concluded.
"Are you always such an ass…muncher?"
"No Lucy, that would be my brother, Alec," he chuckled.
"Stop calling me that," if he wasn't so wrong for me I would've leant over the table and kissed him, just to shut him up.
"I could call you something else if you like?" he winked at me and leant closer.
I almost thought he read my mind and felt myself blush.
That´s ridiculous. I haven't blushed since I was eight.
"Please, don't," I whispered, affected by how close he was.
He ignored me, "How about Red Hots or Pippi? No, I know," he snapped his fingers, his beautiful eyes sparked with amusement. "Candy Cane."
"NO!" I shouted.
"Ah, you circle-jerks," he shook his head in mock sadness. "Always get angry when you hear something about yourself that you don´t like."
I jumped to my feet and towered over him. "You don´t know anything about me," I snapped, humiliated by the tears that filled my eyes.
I threw a handful of bills on the table and ran out of the diner.
I lay in bed for hours, crying over Jon and furious at the horrible boy who caused me to break like this.
It was dark outside when I finally calmed down.
I picked up my phone from the dresser, slid my fingers over the display and hit call when I found the number I was looking for.
He picked up after the third ring.
"Hallo?"
"Magnus, it´s Clary. Have you heard of a boy named Alec?"
I just sat there, stunned by her violent reaction and abrupt departure.
I tried to shrug it off as a typical girly hissy fit thrown by an ordinary girl. But nothing about Clary seemed ordinary.
Her appetite for food was extraordinary, for one. I wondered if it applied to other areas as well and felt my jeans get tighter.
But my erection deflated the moment I remembered that I made her cry.
I couldn't believe it. Ad I couldn't believe that I actually cared.
Friday came and it was time for Pandemonium again. We arrived at Simon´s almost four hours ahead of time.
When we got out of the car I couldn't bring myself to go into the garage right away. Instead I stood staring at her house. I´d found myself doing that a lot these days, ever since last Sunday. I wondered which window was hers, if she was playing the music that sometimes sounded from the basement, if she was still mad at me…
I even walked up to her front door a couple of times, to apologize. But stopped myself before ringing the doorbell. Jace Herondale never apologizes.
My shoulders were slightly slumped when I entered the garage, catching the end of a sentence.
"…actually have a date," Izzy gestured widely.
"What did I miss?" I said, took a seat in one of the armchairs and winced when a spring scratched my back.
"It speaks," Izzy scowls.
"Who peed in your cereal?" I asked, raising both eyebrows questioningly.
"You're the one to talk, Jace. You´ve been acting weird this whole week," she almost growled.
What was up with the girls lately? It seemed I couldn't do anything right.
"That time of the month?" I knew I should be quiet at let her calm down, but something about the look of anger and disappointment in her eyes made me feel cornered. I didn't deal well with that.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled at me and I fought the urge to ask Simon to control his woman. Even I wasn't that stupid. "You´ve been absentminded for days and I bet you don't even know about Alec's big date."
"It´s not really a date," Alec interjected.
Both Izzy and I ignore his input.
"I had shit on my mind," I walked over to the mini fridge, twisted the cap of and chugged half of it in one long gulp.
"Apparently," Izzy snapped. This is a big day for your brother, but you don´t seem to care."
"Nobody said it was a date," Alec tried again.
"If it's such a big deal, why hadn't he told me about it?" I was close to losing my temper.
"He tried! But you were never home and when you were you might as well not have been, the way you acted."
Shit, what the hell has this girl done to me? I always listen to my siblings. I got their backs, all the way.
"I never called it a date," Alec's words finally registered.
"You got a date? That's great! With who?" I felt like such an ass for not being there for him, for some people a date might not mean a thing, but it was different for Alec. This would be his first one.
"Well, um…" Alec stuttered.
"Magnus Bane," Izzy beamed at him.
"That sparkly circle-jerk? Really?" I wasn't surprised that the guy was gay, that was obvious when you looked at him. It was just odd to think of one of them openly dating one of us.
"Well, um…" Alec still couldn't get the words out.
"Do you want me to talk to him first? Let him know what happens if he hurts you?"
"Ahem, no?" Alec was so nervous that it came out as a question.
I patted him on his back. "I'm happy for you, Alec."
He smiled and his whole face lit up, "Yeah, me to."
Even my brother's got more game than me. Thoughts of Clary pop up uninvited, like they´d been doing lately. Maybe, if Magnus dared take on the wrath of the circle-jerks, others could to.
"I didn't mean to be a crappy brother, Alec. The same goes to you, Iz," I smiled apologetically at them, and then turned to our friend. "Have I been horrible to you too, Si?"
"Nah," he grinned. "You haven't mocked me in five days, It's been refreshing."
"Well, that's no good," I smacked him over the head, finished my beer, grabbed another one and sat in front of Izzy's keyboard. "Alec, this is for you," I placed my fingers on the keys and started playing.
Every time I time I go to dinner
Seems like I'm getting a little bit thinner
I'll sit down at the breakfast table
I can talk, well, they're not able
When I look at them I find
There's a single question on their mind
I wish it could go back to the way it was
It's not easy now because...
My whole family thinks I'm gay
I guess it's always been that way
Maybe it's cause of the way that I walk
Makes them think I like...
Boys
That I like boys
The goddamn question just won't go away
and I get asked every single day
But they way they ask it
Is not in disguise
Like, "How was your day? Do you like to kiss guys?"
This is the worst, baby,
this was my fear
Now their opinions are crystal clear
Because,
My whole family now is shocked
I'm in the closet and the door is locked
Now my glory days are gone
I was John Elway, now I'm Elton John
My whole family now suspects
Watching SpongeBob had side effects
I'm not gay and that's what I said
If I'm gay, hey god, strike me dead
*coughing fit*
Just cause I'm afraid of the snow
or my favorite color is... The rainbow
I don't mean to yell, but I fear I must
Cause I'm losing the people that I thought I could trust
Because,
even my boyfriend thinks I'm gay
Just kidding!
You all probably think I'm gay
Man, this song is counter-productive
La la la la...
Because, my whole family thinks I'm gay
what do they know anyway?
You gotta look right through the haze
Easy-bake oven was just a phase
My whole family thinks I'm queer
That is all I ever hear
But I've been as straight as a ramp
If you don't count bible camp
Bible camp...
I'm not gay, I swear
Alec looked ready to choke when I finished.
"Aww, that's so cute," Simon threw his head back and laughed. "None for me? I´m wounded," he placed his hand over his heart.
"I promise to sing to you when they make a song about skinny-ass-rodent-looking-pussy-boys, okay," I snickered.
"I thought that was what Justin Bieber's songs was all about," Izzy giggled.
"Yeah, that´s true," I nodded thoughtfully, "What do you say Si? Wanna be my baby?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.
"Tempting," he pretended to gag. "But I think I´ll pass."
My mind drifted off again. To Clary. What was she doing? Who was she doing it with? Had Toby or one of the others claimed her yet? What would it be like to see her with someone else?
The last question bugged me. I didn't even know her, she already hated me so why should I care? It didn't matter what I should or shouldn't do. I cared, fuck knew why, but I did. She was just like the other circle-jerks. Nothing for me.
The sound of her name snapped me back to reality.
"But how did Clary know?" Izzy asked Alec.
"How should I know? Magnus said that she called him and suggested that he looked me up," he shrugged.
"What about Clary," I asked, failing to sound casual.
"It was Clary that sent Magnus in Alec's direction." Izzy explained, eying me suspiciously. "Which is just weird, considering that the only people who knows about him, beside the Parkers, are in this room."
I nodded, my mind reeling with the information. How did she know? Then it hit me. Oh, yeah. I smacked myself on my forehead.
"Ahem, I might have told her about it?" I made it sound like a question on purpose.
"What? How could you do that?" Izzy got all up in my face, shouting, I barely resisted the urge to cover my ears. "Why would you even talk to her?"
"Well, I ran into her at Taki's last Sunday?" again with the question.
That made Izzy pause, "I didn't know that the Iceyes ate at Taki's."
"Yeah, me neither."
"I don't think she´s really one of them," Simon claimed, which made three pair of eyes turn toward him.
"What's that supposed to mean? Either you are one, or you aren't," Izzy frowned at him.
He raised a hand in front of him. "Just think about it," he started counting down on his fingers," One; she got Magnus to give Alec a call, two; she ate at Taki's, hell, that she eats at all is cause for suspicion, three; she helped me up and located my glasses after the circle-jerks messed with me at Pandemonium," that made us stare at him with even wider eyes. This was news to us. "Never mind that know," he continued, "Four and most importantly; she's not throwing herself at Jace."
I scowled at that, annoyed that he was right. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of rite of passage."
"Well, aren't you?" he chuckled and didn't see me flinch.
I ignored him and went to grab two more beers, downed the first one in the blink of an eye, then started on the second. I had a feeling that I was going to need it.
I sat on the end of the bar, a beer bottle dangling from my fingers and glared at the dance floor.
Clary and Toby were dancing and he held her exactly the way I did, less than a week ago. She didn't push him away, though. She wore a pair of jeans and a tank top, nothing special at all, but she made everything look good.
I glanced in the direction of the tables where Alec and Magnus sat. The animated look on my brother's face reassured me that everything was good.
My gaze returned to the couple on the dance floor. Clary laughed at something he said, with her head thrown back.
She had gone straight to the bar when she got here, downing shots of tequila like there was no tomorrow. I tried to talk to her, to find out what I´d done to make her so upset and ask her why she fixed my brother up with her friend, who, tonight, wore even more glitter than usual. I rubbed my hands on my jeans for god-knows-what time to remove the sparkly residue that stuck to me when I shook his hand.
Whenever I tried to approach her to ask the questions, she ran in the other direction. It drove me crazy. No girl had ever run away from me before. I usually had to fend them off. I did it several times tonight, with even less grace than normal.
I turned my back to the dancers, swallowed the last of my beer and ordered a shot of whiskey which I downed in one gulp. I wasn't that drunk, I could hold my liquor. But this was enough for me. I didn't want to do anything stupid, after all.
My eyes wandered back to Clary against my better judgment. What I saw made me get to my feet so fast that the barstool fell to the floor with a loud clang.
They didn't even pretend to be dancing anymore, Clary looked up at the jerk with her hands pressed to his chest and he had his hands all over her ass. I grinded my teeth in anger when he leaned in to kiss her.
Hell no, that's my girl.
The fact that she really wasn't didn't matter at this point. The only thing that did was the uncontrollable rage that surged through me, fueled by the alcohol in my system.
I almost ran over there and tapped the circle-jerk on the shoulder.
He turned towards me with a scowl. "What!?"
I didn't say anything, just let my fist do the talking and it had plenty to say as it connected with his face.
The bastard dropped to the floor and I walked out of the club, leaving a gaping Clary behind me.
The night didn't start off god at all.
I hadn´t even bothered to really dress up, just threw on a pair of low riding, slightly baggy jeans and a tank top that left my stomach mostly bare.
We were all over at Magnus' house, doing the pre-club-drinking crap.
Magnus couldn't stop grinning and it bugged the hell out of the others, who all had a seemingly permanent scowl on their faces and were checking their phones for messages every few minutes.
Yup, fun times for everybody.
"I can't believe you're going to date a foster," Aline wined. She´d been going at it ever since he told us about it, they all had. I was grateful that he hadn't told them about my part in it.
"I'm the one who´s going to date the guy," Magnus sighed, which looked kind of funny with the grin plastered on his face. "So I don't get what your problem is."
"It´s like sleeping with the enemy," Aline explained.
Hypocrite.
"Come on Aline, have a little fun," Magnus was starting to get annoyed now. "You remember fun don't you? F.U…"
"N?" she finished when he didn't continue.
"No, that's it."
She huffed and left the room. Magnus just shrugged and went to change the song.
It was one of my favorites, but tonight it only made me think about Jace, like everything else seemed to be doing lately.
We will teach you to make boys next door
Out of assholes
Yeah, Jace was an asshole all right. But did I want to turn him into something else? Did I want him to change? The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted him. And that scared the hell out of me.
I was pissed when we entered Pandemonium. The Ass-teams bithyness about Magnus date had given me a headache and the thoughts of Jace that clouded my mind did not help.
Magnus wanted me to go with him and meet Alec, but when he pointed him out and I saw that he was accompanied by a certain golden-haired boy I politely declined and went to the bar.
If it was one drink that I detested more than mocha-frappe-whatever, it was tequila. The most disgusting thing in the world, just the thought alone made me gag.
So, of course, that's what I ordered.
I did the whole, lick between the thumb and point finger-add salt-lick-swallow the shot-suck on the lime thing.
I stopped counting after the third one.
I planned on staying at the bar the rest of the night and drink until I couldn't remember every-fucking-detail of his stupid, beautiful face. But I should've known that my plan would backfire.
I saw him approaching in the corner of my eye, so I jumped down from the barstool and went looking for the others.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone? He didn´t fit inside my well-thought-out plans. He couldn´t. I had believed that this year would be easy, that I could return to my old self for just twelve short months and then it would be over. I could go to college, start a new life and forget about everything else. I might even be happy again.
I would not let that boy ruin everything. Not after everything I already put my parents through.
"Hi there, beautiful," Toby's slurring voice interrupted my thoughts. He threw an arm around my waist, pulled me a little too close to him and whispered in my ear. "Wanna dance?"
Oh hell no!
I shrugged out of his arm and prepared to walk away and was met with a determined golden stare.
"Yeah, Toby. Let's dance."
He pulled me close to him again hands on my hips. I tried to keep as much space between us as possible, but every time I gained an inch he dragged me back.
Magnus waved at me from the table he sat at with Alec and made a face, pointed to Toby and pretended to puke. My dance partner said something but I didn't hear it, I threw my head back and laughed at Magnus.
Toby seemed to take that as an encouragement, he stopped dancing altogether, put his hands on my ass and grinded against me. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.
All of a sudden Jace was there, looking so furious that I got nervous. He tapped Toby on the shoulder, which made him let go of me and turn towards Jace.
"What?!"
Jace didn't say a word, just raised his fist and connected it with Toby's face.
He dropped to the floor and Jace walked out of the club.
What the hell?
I wanted to run after him. To ask him what the hell was wrong with him, to yell at him and to kiss him until I forgot about everything else.
But I didn't. I went back to the bar and continued with my own personal tequila-race with the annoying Iceyes shouting in my ear, demanding an explanation to what just happened.
After the fourth shot my money ran out, so I left.
I planned to just go home. To take out my aggression on the punching bag until I was too tired to do anything but fall asleep on the mattress that lay on the basement floor.
I should've known better.
I tried to focus on Jon, my new friends, my parents, on anything but Jace.
I didn't even know anything about him, except that he was clearly sleeping with every girl in the Ass-team, that he was totally full of himself, that he thinks he had me all figured out.
So why couldn't I stop thinking about him?
I was almost at my house, just a few more feet…. I walked right passed it.
I did my best to force myself to turn around, to just go home and go to sleep, but nothing worked.
I knew where I was headed. I had met Jace in three places; Pandemonium – which he just left, Taki's – which was closed at this time of night and the small clearing. The last one was my only option since I had no idea where he lived.
When I was half-way between my house and my destination the sky opened up and the rain started pouring down.
"Do I turn around and walk back to my warm, dry house. Noooo!" I muttered to myself
My clothes were soaked by the time I got there, but the shiver that ran down my spine had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the boy standing with his back turned towards me; his jeans and t-shirt clung to him in the most appealing way imaginable.
"Jace…" I started, but had no idea what to say.
His back stiffened at the sound of my voice. "What are you doing here, Lucy?"
I grabbed a hold of the anger when he used that ridiculous nickname. Anger was better than anything else he made me feel.
"I told you not to call me that," I said hoarsely.
"So you did," he turned around and smirked at me.
I tried to look everywhere except his face. His wet hair hung in his eyes and I clenched my fists to keep myself from going over to him and push it away with my hands and then I would trail the rainwater that dripped down his forehead, to his jaw and his lips…
Stop it!
My eyes finally settled on a far safer body part.
"How's your hand?"
He just shrugged and I remembered that I was mad at him.
"What the hell was that?" I made my voice hard.
"He pissed me off," another shrug.
"How? He didn't do anything."
"He had his…" he caught himself.
Even though the rain had sobered me up quite a bit, I still had tequila in my system. I decided that it was the alcohol that made me do it.
I walked up to him and poked him in his chest, forcing myself to not touch him more than that.
"You ruined everything, do you know that?"
"Well, I'm sorry I stopped your little grope-fest," he didn't sound sorry. "I'm sure he's at home nursing his wounds. Why don't you go over there and offer him a sponge bath?"
What is he talking about now? Wait, OH… "I don't give a fuck about Toby. He was too damn grabby:"
"Then what are you talking about?" Jace asked me, his beautiful eyes full of confusion.
"I had plans. Important plans. I made promises."
He kept staring at me. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I was going to be the old me for the year. Be with the popular crowd, get a popular boyfriend, be everything my parents wants. Then you came…"
His chest felt so good beneath my finger that I just had to feel more of him. I place my palm on his chest and felt his heartbeat.
He didn't say anything, just looked me in my eyes.
"I can't be with you," I said, my voice husky.
"Because you have plans," he whispered.
"Yes. I have plans," I couldn't remember any of them as my gaze followed a raindrop from his cheek down to his upper lip. "Big, important plans," I tried to remember why this would be so wrong. But dammit, it felt so good.
I kissed him, I wished that I could say that it was a hard kiss, as punishment, like a punch. It was nothing like that. It was soft, sweet, lingering and it set my whole body on fire.
He pulled away from me and I felt the rejection like a slap.
But he cupped his hands around my face and looked me intently in my eyes, as if he was searching for something.
He must´ve find it, because he crushed his lips against mine. I moaned and he took advantage of my slightly parted lips and deepened the kiss. Our tongues engaged in a dance that made my toes curl. I pulled him closer, laced my fingers in his hair and tugged a little on his wet curls, it felt even better than I thought. He placed his hand on my lower back and pushed our hips firmly together so I could feel the effect I had on him. He sucked my bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbled a little.
We both groaned and clung to each other, neither of us feeling the rain or the cold.
A lightning bolt flashed across the dark sky and the crackling of thunder soon followed.
We jumped apart. We were both panting.
I gave his one last look then turned around to walk home.
"Hey, where are you going?" he said.
"Home. I´m wet," in more ways than one. "I need some dry clothes."
I took a couple of steps than turned towards him again with a smile.
I reached out my hand. "You coming?"
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