This chapter contains mild sexual content and I don't know why I'm warning you. This is rated M for a reason - so I would write how I feel like it.
Thank you all for sticking out and continue reading, I know that the whole story is very slowly proceeding but I don't like to hurry with the romance or the plot, I don't want them to happen just in two chapters, I want them slowly building up to where I want them to go.
I also feel that this will be a hell of a long fanfic but for the love of me, I can't seem to write less than I do now even if I wanted to. And I can't be possibly the only one that's happy when I find a 20+ chapters story.
Okay, I'll stop chatting now, here is your next chapter! ^^
The music was blasting through the speakers and the bass could be felt so strongly in my stomach as my feet were moving with the music. It was the usual party at Friday night that usually gathered all the people from Dauntless or maybe it was someone's birthday no one knew for sure but no one really cared.
I wasn't alone, I was with the girls. Finally, I had some free time to spend it with them.
I could feel the tension coming from Christina when I didn't sit down on their table for a couple of days and instead sat with Eric and his two friends. What could I say? I kind of liked their company better and I wasn't a person who would care about the feeling of the others and typically did whatever I wanted.
If the others weren't happy they didn't show it but Christina did, which made me a little bit irritated because I wasn't intended to sit only with them. They had right to feel like that, I was the one that didn't speak to them for quite a while now because of everything that went through in my life. The leadership training that sometimes felt like hell and the opened boxes that had me emotionally brake down.
I couldn't tell them why I was acting strange for a few days and why I always seemed to be more closed off than usual. Why I spent so much time with Eric and his friends. They would never understand and I didn't want to explain it in order for them to understand.
My breakdown in front of Eric was enough for me and somehow I like to think that from all of the people here he did understand or maybe it was wishful thinking. Thank god he didn't speak of it again, just the occasional "How are you doing?" or the scolding "Get your shit together and act more like it!" but to be honest I had my shit together around others but not around him for some reason. My strongest emotions about my past always seemed to emerge when I was with him, even though I tried to hide it and I felt like I was losing my touch.
Never the less here I was having a little girls night with Tris, Chris, Marlene, Lynn, and Shauna because they at least deserved this if I couldn't give them more. We were at the party for a few hours now and after a couple of drinks, we started dancing.
Having a simple childhood and not much fun in the beginning of my teenage years, here I was living in a dream. Who would have thought that teenagers nowadays were more mature and hardworking than they were back in the days? Not that they didn't party like hell when they had the chance, but at sixteen here you were an adult, not a kid.
The bass was so strong that made everything on the ground, including me and the group, vibrate. No one, of course, paid attention to it as we were dancing and jumping in the rhythm of the music. There were bodies everywhere around me. Pressing into me as they too were swaying or jumping into the rhythm.
But all that seemed too blissful slowly started to suffocate me. I knew I needed some time out on the bar and not surrounded by warm bodies and touchy man that thought it was a good idea to put his hands on my hips.
The girls were spinning around me, laughing and singing with the music here and there, they were so carefree, even I was around them. But that was normal. A couple of drinks and a good company won't hurt anyone to show a little bit humanity and have a good time.
I poked Tris in the arm trying to catch her attention because I was sure if I spoke she wouldn't hear me.
"I'm going to the bar!" I said trying my best to shout higher than the music. Tris looked at me confusingly for a second. I pointed at the direction of the bar and repeated. She nodded. I wasn't sure if she heard me this time or she just decided to nod in order to stop bother her but whatever it was I didn't stick to find out.
I made my way through the crowd of dancing bodies, pushing my way through. Some wise people stepped back giving me space to pass them, some didn't and got a heel connected with their feet. Never the less I made my way through the bar ignoring the hungry eyes that seemed to be stuck on me or more on my body. I cursed Chris for picking for what seemed to be the most slutty dress ever, even though I liked it. Maybe it was my long bare legs on those killing heels that got their attention, whatever it was I walked with confidence. I wasn't the one shy about it.
I sat on an empty chair at the bar and ordered a martini smirking seductively at the bartender in order to get my two olives.
I had my martini in front of me when I felt a hand around my shoulders. I was just about to tell the guy to shove his hand somewhere when I heard Mike's voice in my ear.
He must have felt that I tensed up in his arm because he quickly tried to comfort me "Calm dawn sweetheart its only me, no need to murder me" His hot breath was on my neck instantly making goosebumps erupt all over my body. I slowly turned my head toward him and looked at his green eyes that sometimes looked as green as mine. His face was inches away from mine and I could see his eyes shifting back and forward between my lips and eyes. I only smirked at him but neither of us made a move but I knew he wanted to.
"I suggest you don't sneak up on me like that because a guy left the dancing floor with a black eye"
His lips pulled into a smirk while he still sat so close to my face.
"Yeah, I saw him. What did the poor guy ever do to you?" he pouted mockingly.
"He thought it will be a good idea to put his hands on my hips"
His eyebrow rose "Just that?"
I leaned a little bit closer to him like I was going to tell him a secret but the space between us went to small to none exiting. I could see the quick flash of panic in his eyes when he registered how close I was but he quickly hid it.
"He was very touchy" I whispered smirking slightly by his reaction. As quickly as I got closer I moved back sitting better on my chair taking a sip from my martini. His hand that was on my shoulder slipped down and his attention was now on his drink.
"Who says that you need a man to protect you"
I threw him a quick look "Exactly"
"Remind why you're not in my bed, yet?" he suddenly asked. "You look like a one- night stand kind of girl" judging by my look his eyes went wide in just a second before he started to rumble "I didn't mean it like that. Your not cheap and you definitely don't deserve to be fucked just one time and left like the most girls here. I meant it like you look like you're up for that"
I laughed at him. He was nervous and for the shortest time, I knew him I never saw him like this. He was always cool and put together now he looked like he was about to sink into the ground.
"Relax, I know what you mean. And it's true I'm up for that" I shrugged casually. The coolness in his face quickly returned and the flirtatious smirk came back on his face.
"Then why aren't you in my bed yet?" he asked with such a sexy voice that would probably make every girl jump on his bed without even blinking.
I hissed "See here is the part where I have to put you in the friendzone"
His hand flew up to his chest in fake hurt "How dare you?"
I laughed taking a sip from my drink "Come on, your not stupid you know that this is just a flirt and nothing else" I motion between us.
"I know but still doesn't hurt to try. It won't hurt to score a redhead like you"
"What's up with men and redheads?" I raised my voice throwing my hand in the air in frustration.
The guy sitting next to me apparently caught our conversation because he turned his head in my direction, scanned me for a second and spoke "They're rare" he winked. Mike beside me burst out laughing. I narrowed my eyes at the guy slightly smirking. He only winked at me once more with a small smile on his face before he returned to his conversation.
"He's right" agreed Mike. I looked through the crowd and spotted one girl in particular
"There is a redhead" I pointed in her direction, Mike turned around toward where I was pointing and laughed.
"Fake!"
"What, you mean you like only naturals?"
"The naturals are rare, sweetheart. But still, that would do if you can't have the real thing" he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes at him, just when a girl approached us. Her small hand touched Mike's bicep and she leaned to his ear, her blond hair falling from her ear making a wall next to her face. I was watching Mike's expression carefully and I could see his eyes darkening. I smirked at him instantly picking up what she might have said to him. His green eyes moved to mine just when the girl straightened her back.
My tongue was itching me to say something that a best friend would say in this situation.
"Last chance sweetheart," he said. His sentenced caught the attention of the blonde whose icy look shot right at me. Damn, girls here were so jealous.
"Don't look at me like I just stole your candy" my face suddenly became serious and my glare cold when I spoke to the girl. I could see how uncomfortable she became by my sudden mood change and her small hand squeezed Mike's shoulder probably in a poor attempt to catch his attention but his eyes were on mine ready to take me to his apartment if I only just say one word.
"Nah! You're still in the friendzone" I said casually turning my head toward the bar and casually taking a sip from my martini. I saw him smirk with my side glance before he stood up.
"See you around then"
"Have fun!" I quickly said turning my head toward him.
"Oh, I will!" he wiggled his eyebrows making me laugh before he pulled the girl by her hand and they disappeared into the crowd.
It wasn't long before I felt a hand on my shoulder again and I was about to tell the guy to shove his hand somewhere when I saw it was Max.
He chuckled softly "I didn't mean to scare you. You looked like you were about to beat the crap out of me"
"I tell you, Max, don't sneak up on me!" I warned him jokingly. He shook his head making himself comfortable on the bar stool that Mike was sitting just a few minutes ago.
"You know, the more Eric is mentoring you the more you look like him"
I scoffed quickly ignoring his gaze as my eyes searched for the bartender for another drink. "Hah!"
"Oh come on, that look you just gave me? It's Eric's I have seen it for over three years now" a threw him another sharp look that made him laugh. I was dead serious about him pissing me off but he was laughing at my face.
"That one too" he pointed at me. My eyes narrowed at him. I gave up searching for the bartender as I leaned toward Max.
"Max, how much did drink?"
"Not much" he shrugged. "Look I have an order for you," he said placing his big hand on my shoulder again. My gaze moved from his hand to his face.
"An order, in a party? What could you possibly need?" and I regretted the fact that I asked. He smirked like he was about to send me to my doom, his eyes shifted to something behind me before he spoke.
"You see Eric had too much to drink and I need someone to bring him home. Since I don't see Jack and Mike went away with that blonde I doubt that someone else will be willing to get him to bed"
"And you thought I'll be willing?"
He narrowed his eyes at me "Come on, you two are close. I'll give you a point in your training"
I was slightly getting frustrated with him. Apparently being a leader in training included fetching files and take care of fellow leaders
"You can't be possibly serious"
"Oh, I am"
"Why don't you get him to bed, why should I?" I started to get aggressive, like a child that was ready to make a tantrum just because it was told to do something it didn't want to.
"I'm the head leader Val, I could do whatever I want to" I never hated him more than I did now. His hand on my shoulder tightened and his expression became more serious just like when he was working and ordering around. He was going to push the head leader card on me.
"Come on, it will be appreciated. Besides you're his mentee" I groaned and stood up towering over Max.
"This's stupid and you know it" I spat at him not hiding the fact how irritated I was. He smirked.
"That thing you do. Also Eric" he pined out and I was even more ready to hit him, head leader or not he was getting on my nerves.
"I'm not mimicking Eric if that what's you applying!" I said coldly. He only laughed at my face and shook his head.
"Oh, I doubt you are. You two are just too much alike" I hated when people tell me this. Surely I see some similarities but not much. Maybe from another perspective, it was more visible and I was too blind to see it.
I only shook my head and turned around to where Max was pointing and sure enough, I saw Eric with the other leaders on one of the booths. He was slouched on the booth his hand that was laying on the table was barely holding the half empty glass of amber liquid in it. Eric himself looked so out of it. His eyes were barely staying open, his usually nice gelled hair was all messed up. I had never seen him like this.
"What's wrong with him?" I turned back to Max. He shrugged before answering "He had a lot on his mind"
"And you let him get drunk?" I yelled maybe a little bit too much.
Max's face became serious and I understood my mistake. Everything was fun and jokes until you raise our voice to the head leader, then you were in trouble.
"Watch it, Valeria! I'm not his babysitter and I'm surely not the one to stop him from drinking. If he needed to drown something in his mind with liquor I don't care. All I want from you is to take him home without any tantrums on your side" he spoke with a seriousness that might put every other person here in their place but all I wanted was to shove him and yell at the same time. My hands on my side went into fists and I could see that Max understood how close I was to argue with him. His hand flew in front of me stopping the words that were threatening to escape my mouth.
"Val, don't make a scene. You might be the only one that's able to take care of him, so I don't want to hear anything you have to say to me, just go." And just like that, he dismissed me.
"This better be worth it" I murmured and started walking toward the leader's table, leaving Max behind without even a second glance. When I approached the table I saw Harrison sitting next to Eric, Monic was there too with two of her friends and they were all chatting like the typical girls they are. Every head on the table, except Eric, turned toward me when I approached the table.
"Coming to join us Val?" asked Monic with a little bit of excitement in her voice. I could feel her friend's eyes looking at me from head to toe but I ignored them.
I shook my head "Got an order to get this big guy home" I pointed at Eric, who didn't even register that I was here. One of the girl's brows rose up questionably as she didn't believe it, the other one looked at Monic as she was about to ask something and I suddenly felt like I was back in high school.
"Yeah, that might be a good idea. Poor guy hasn't seen him that drunk since last year" shook his head, Harrison, as he was looking at Eric. Pressing my lips and ignoring the stares I received from the female part of the table I bend over Eric placing my hand softly on his arm.
"Hey, big guy. Want to go home?" I asked softly but at the same time, I had to raise my voice so he could hear me. His silver eyes finally landed on me before he looked at the glass in his hands and raised it up to his lips. With one swift motion, I took it from his grasp and placed it on the table receiving a very angry groan from him in the process.
"No more, come on!" I said with a little bit more authority. Guess the roles were changed.
He shook his head but I was having none of that I knew I couldn't lift him up but I tried my best. He seemed to finally understand that I was trying to lift his heavy body off of the booth and he stood up. He lost his balance in the process. Thank god Harrison reacted quickly and stood up catching Eric before he fell. I was too on his other side but I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to catch him in time.
"Are you sure you will be okay with him?" asked Harrison with a little bit worry in his eyes. Eric was heavy and it will be hard even for me to carry him.
"Don't worry I got it" I reassure him and pulled Eric a little bit toward the right direction. His arm was around my shoulder as he was barely moving his legs but the good thing was that he didn't lean his whole weight on me.
"If you need help, call me, okay" I heard Monic behind me. I only nodded and started walking with Eric toward his apartment.
The walk there was silent. Eric was making small unsure steps, sometimes his one foot would slide behind him as he would try to regain his footing once more. I was holding him tightly with one arm around his torso. He didn't have his jacket on and it was a lot easier for me to hold him. His arm that was on my shoulder tightened making me turn my attention toward him.
He was looking at me with a genuine smile that I rarely saw.
"You know…" he started finally breaking the silence "…you look very beautiful tonight. Especially in this dress", I was barely holding my laughter. Eric wasn't known to give compliments easily or at all for that matter but apparently drunk Eric was more keen on making compliments.
"And those heels make your legs soooo….long" I grinned from ear to ear. I wasn't going to stop him. He was drunk and I was going to savor every little thing he had to say so I would make fun of him tomorrow morning and for the rest of his life.
"Thank you" I replied making him grin happily that I appreciated his compliments.
We finally reached his apartment door and for a second I thought it would be easier to get him in my apartment but I wasn't sure how he would react when he sobered up in the morning so I decided against it. I made him lean on the door frame, stabilizing him with my hands making sure he wouldn't fall because then I would have to call for back up.
His two hands were on each side of my shoulders probably so he could remain balanced but the look on his face told me otherwise. I ignored him because he was drunk and he was probably ready to tell me everything he had on his mind either true or not.
"Where is your key?" I looked up to his face. He leaned inches away from my face before he smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I rolled my eyes and started to search for his key in his jeans pockets. "It's a little bit more to the middle" he whispered still smirking stupidly. Like I was going to fall for that.
I shove him roughly toward the door frame, desperate to make space between us but that only made his smile on his face grow.
"Behave!" I said with authority ignoring his grinning and his hands that seemed to be now exploring my body. Ignoring him I finally found his key and started to unlock the door.
I opened the door pulling Eric with me. Inside, the room was dark and there was barely light coming from the window. Before I could find the key to the lights and turn them on I was being pushed roughly toward the closed door behind me.
A sharp gasp left my throat from the sudden move. He was barely standing on his feet how was he able to make this happen in a matter of seconds? Before I could register what was happening I felt his strong body pinning me between the door and him. My hands flew up to his chest in a desperate attempt to push him away but they only bent from his force. His hands were on each side of my head not allowing me to escape.
In the darkened room I was only able to see his silhouette, his head that was coming closer to me and for the life of me, I couldn't move a muscle. I felt his hot breath on my neck as his hands traveled from my shoulders down to my body. It took everything I have to push him a little bit reminding myself that he was drunk.
"Eric, you're drunk," I said but that came out as a whisper. He didn't budge from my desperate attempt to push him away from me and I wasn't sure if I was trying hard and he didn't move or I was pretending to be trying.
"Shh…" I felt his hot breath on my ear and my head went back hitting the door behind me as my body erupted with goosebumps. Just this little thing made my body react to him, making me forget everything wrong about this situation. His left hand was on my hip pulling me closer if possible into his body while his right hand was traveling back up to my neck leaving hot traces wherever it passed by. He cupid my face with his hand, feeling his thumb caressing my cheek. His face wasn't on my neck anymore he was just inches away from mine I all I could do was hold my breath and wait for him to make his next move.
My eyes started to get used to the darkness around me, but his face was still hidden in the shadows only his dark smile could be seen, making everything look so ominous and sexy at the same time. I could see his eyes looking at me profoundly like he was seeing me for the first time.
His thumb slowly moved to my lips making small circles. And I stood there, hypnotized, not daring to move a muscle and for some reason I didn't want to. In the back of my mind, I knew he was drunk and he was probably doing this because of it. He probably wouldn't remember this in the morning anyway, so why not just embrace it.
He was looming over me like he had done it more than one occasion only this time the space between us was so small that I was able to feel his hot breath on my lips and see his lustful silvery eyes even in the dark.
"You know, I haven't stopped thinking about that kiss we shared" he whispered and the confession made my heart race in my chest. I didn't expect this from him. God knows how many times I had thought the same thing, always surfacing when I least wanted it but I couldn't deny the fact the I wanted to kiss him again and feel the ring on my lips. What surprised me was that he too thought about it or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.
His thumb continued to play with my lips and felt the need to pull him closer to me, to feel his body pressed even more to me but I was in a trap from his gaze and I couldn't move. All I was able to do was breath heavily and grip his shirt tightly.
"You thought about it too, haven't you?" he asked rhetorically, his breath even closer to my lips. I closed my eyes even though the darkness in the room was thick. I didn't need to answer, he already knew the answer just from my reaction.
His thumb didn't stop his movements on my lips when his whole body pressed more into mine. I was grateful for the fact that he was holding me so tightly because I wasn't sure if my legs could hold my own weight. His thumb pulled a little my lower lip making me open my eyes. His eyes were looking down at my lips like was hypnotized or very deep into thought.
With every quick breath, I took my body pressed more into his and all I wanted was to mold into his embrace and never let go.
He slowly started to move closer to me like he finally decided what to do. Registering immediately what he was about to do I made one last miserable attempt to stop him but what came out of my mouth was barely a resemblance of his name before his thumb was replaced with his soft lips.
My mind went blank and all I cared about right now was his warm lips on mine and the feeling of his cold ring. Closing my eyes savoring the moment of how he felt and tasted like it was going to be my last chance. My hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer to me in a desperate attempt to create a little bit more friction between us because - the need to feel him and have him closer increased with every second his lips were on mine.
His tongue slid into my mouth like the last time when we kissed only this time I didn't suppress the moan in my throat when I felt the taste of whiskey that he drank, which made him even more intoxicating. His right hand was entwined in my hair pulling me closer to him, deepening the kiss, while his other hand was greedily exploring my body.
I wasn't even sure how many times I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his body that close to mine and his hand tangled in my hair. And now it was happening and I couldn't get enough of him.
He pulled out from the kiss, taking a much-needed breath before he trailed his warm lips down my neck. Taking a sharp breath my head went back giving him better access to the place I wanted him.
I could feel the desire for him rising, even more, when I felt him nipping and biting my neck, probably leaving a couple of marks in the process but I couldn't care less, some wicked part of me wanted to be marked.
I moaned arching my body into him more when I felt his lips behind my earlobe.
"I want you so bad you have no idea" he softly groaned in my ear making me shiver. He pressed his hips into mine, showing me how much he really wanted me and I couldn't stop the moan that was in my throat.
His hand on my hips traveled down toward my thighs and the end of my dress that now felt like one more obstacle between us. I felt his big hand traveling up pulling the dress up too in the process. Revealing my panties and body for his hungry eyes and hands. The hot trail he left stopped again on my hips where the tattoo was before it traveled up reaching the hem of my bra.
His lips were still on my neck leaving shameless marks as his hand was exploring every inch of my body. I was melting, melting into his touch and kisses. I became a moaning mess in his arms and all I could do was grip his shoulders and enjoy it. But that wasn't enough for me and without noticing it my hips started to rub into his desperate for some friction, a relive but that made the things even worst.
"Eric" I breathed out when I felt him suddenly moving his hands down lifting me up from the floor. My legs went around his hips just when his hard body pressed mine into the door and I could feel his hardness pressing just on the right spot, making me no doubt wetter than I was before.
His face was still buried in my neck and I was getting frustrated. I needed to taste him again. My hand when up to his hair pulling him roughly away from my neck. He let out a growl before I pulled his lips to mine again, his tongue finding his way back to mine.
Before I knew it his hands went around my body holding me tightly before he started to walk toward his room.
I vaguely understood what that meant when I was caught up in the needy kiss. He slammed the door open dropping me roughly on the bed and he wasted no time getting on top of me pinning me now on the soft mattress.
His hands started to roam hungrily all over my body pulling my dress up in the process. My own hands were doing the same, moving below his shirt just to feel his body. He pulled out of my lips, starting to trail down small kisses through my neck and lower, moving past my collarbone, my breasts and down my now exposed stomach.
I moaned arching my back as my legs were trembling in anticipation when I felt his lips stop just above the hem of my panties. His hands were pining me not letting me move too much as his head went lower but to my disappointment, it wasn't where I wanted him to be. His lips traveled to my inner thighs always closer to my core but never close enough. My hands were gripping the sheets like my life depends on it.
I growled when he tricked me one more time and I saw his devilish smirk filled with satisfaction that he was the cause of my misery. With one last bite on my inner thigh, he pulled himself up settling his body between my legs, which went around his waist pulling him closer, pressing his erection on the spot which was so desperate for attention. He let out a low growl biting roughly a spot on my almost exposed breast. The mixture of pain and pleasure hit me making me moan in return. He was still smirking and I was sure that if I begged him for something he would gladly obey but my pride wasn't allowing it.
He started to lean into me when I suddenly pushed him away from me and with one swift motion, I pined him on the mattress. My legs were on each side of him like I had done more than just one time. There was a surprise in his expression for a second before it was once again replaced by lust. His hands griped roughly my thighs pulling me down to his hardness. My head went back as my hands gripped his chest hard and if there wasn't a shirt there would probably be marks.
With a dark smirk, he started to sit up before I pushed his body roughly, his back hitting the bed. His dark laugh filled the room.
"I knew you like it rough," he said with a husky voice as his hands gripped my thighs harder. My body leaned into his pressing small kisses on his ladder tattoo. My lips trailed up going to his ear.
"You know nothing" (John Snow! I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. Cary on!) His body shook with laughter below mine as his hands started to go up my body pushing the dress nearly taking it off in the process when I froze in my spot my head hitting the pillow next to him. I let out a small disappointed sigh. Like waking up from a dream I came to my senses registering where I was and most importantly who I was with.
I pulled away from him and my eyes moved rapidly on his face searching for something I wasn't sure what. He was drunk, he wasn't himself. What was I doing? He was probably acting this way because of the alcohol and I was probably the yet another one-night stand and even when I didn't mind that one bit, I couldn't do it. Maybe because he was intoxicated, maybe because part of me was still in love with Eliot and the thought of being with someone else was killing me even though just a minute ago I was moaning mess below Eric.
Eric pulled himself up trying to kiss me and continue what we started, probably unaware of the fact that I hesitated. He didn't get the chance to kiss me because I pushed him once again on the bed. He stilled, his eyes rapidly moving on my face. He finally registered the emotional change. My hand went to his cheek slightly caressing the spot with my thumb feeling the roughness of his growing beared. He was watching me carefully with a little confusion on his face but kept quiet.
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I didn't even know I wanted him like this and he was the one that was drunk not me. But tonight only proved the inevitable.
"Your drunk" I whispered like I just realized it, sadness filling me for some reason. I didn't know how much of this was what he truly felt and even if I didn't mind being one more of his conquests, I just wanted to be sure what this was. Just one-night stand – something more? I needed to know so I wouldn't get my hopes up. But he was in no condition to tell me and I was too confused to proceed.
"I'm not that drunk" he murmured as he sat up his hands immediately rounding my body pulling me into his. His lips once again moved to my neck leaving small kisses and oh how bad I wanted this to continue. I pulled myself from him before I once again fell into his spell.
"No" I breathed out even though my body was screaming yes. I didn't know how good it felt to be so close to him, to feel his body pressed into mine, the attention he was giving me with his hands and lips. I wanted all of this and I was longing for it but he wasn't himself and I was too confused. Was it him I wanted all I just missed being touched like this?
There was small confusion on his face and his hand when up to my cheek.
"Val, I'm not that drunk" he tried to reassure me but I didn't believe him, he was in a bad shape at the bar, maybe he sobered up a little bit but maybe not enough.
I shook my head caressing his cheek while watching his silvery eyes, now filled with what seemed to be longing.
"Tell you what, if you remember this in the morning and you still want it, come and tell me," I said with a little bit of sadness in my voice. He shook his head in denial and pressed his lips into mine. For a second I once again lost myself into his touch but quickly came to my senses pushing him slightly away from me.
'Then you'll want me in the morning. Now get some sleep and we'll talk tomorrow if you remember" I suggested. He didn't look happy but I could see the tiredness in his eyes. He must have felt it too because he nodded.
"I'll remember, you'll see" he reassured me but somehow I doubted that. A small part of me was hoping he would remember but there was another part of me that was doubting it strongly.
"I hope so," I said kissing him one more time for what seemed to be the last time. He returned my kiss but this time it was more tender than a hungry one.
I stood up slowly from him, pushing his body back to the bed. He let himself being pushed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Sleep tight" I whispered pushing a few locks of hair off of his eyes. He smiled sleepily. I moved my attention to his boots, untieing them like I had done before. Placing them beside his bed I started to pull the covers on top of his body when I felt his hand gripping mine tightly and pulling me into him.
"Stay" he murmured so low that I wasn't sure I heard him right. I shook my head but he pulled me more into him and I was losing my balance. "Come, I don't bite"
I snorted "Yeah, tell that to my neck!" he let out a small laugh but still kept pulling me into him and I was losing the fight, probably because I wanted to lose it.
"Come on, I won't try anything." I was a little bit hesitant and I didn't know what pushed me but I gave in and taking off my own shoes, leaving them on the floor I crawled into bed with him. When I laid next to him a little bit awkwardly he pulled the covers over my body too and I immediately felt the warmth of both the covers and his body.
I turned my back on him a little bit uneasy and unsure why I even agreed to this but it felt nice so I didn't dwell on it long.
I felt his hand going around my small frame as he pulled me more into his warm and hard chest. I couldn't help but relax and smile of the fact how good and right it felt. His face was slightly buried in my neck as his breath evened out. Who would have thought that my day would end up like this? Even more in Eric's bed, fully clothed. Closing my eyes and relaxing, even more, listening to Eric's steady breathing I didn't even understand when I fell asleep.