I took another swig of the drink and swirled it in my mouth. I dont understand what's wrong with these men? I wouldn't have been this pissed off but bruh, purposefully knocking drinks on someone is so immature. Anyway I liked the terrace so that's where I'm going to be until Ath calls me for home. Suddenly I hear footsteps, so much for a peaceful self-love session. I roll my eyes. Then roll them again because my intruder was none other than the Ares Carter. He was looking at the sky and talking, I let out a chuckle.
He turned my side but it was all black so he couldn't see, "Who's there?" he called out.
I stood up and walked to him, "Too much alcohol or bad-boys have a thing for talking to skies?" I chuckled and stood beside him.
"Neither." I let the silence fill in, I wont have pressed but alcohol made me light and giggly, and tho I dont care about him much, I really wanna talk to him tonight. Curiosity or the excitement of just being with him, after all the hype in the school, I cant say.
"Why you not down there? Girls must be going crazy searching for you."
He gave me his death glare look. I chuckled, "you dont even look dangerous with that look."
"Why aint you there, Aph? Party must have dulled down without you." He said sarcastically.
"The party was all about dumb drunks dropping drinks." It made him smile. "Yeah I know it was your dear friend and your babygirl up your lap and your minions?"
"I had no role to play in that."
"yeah? Then must be that pretty girlfriend of yours" I took another sip of drink.
He chuckled and turned to me. "She aint my girlfriend."
"Congratulations!"
I looked at him. He was beautiful, with the wind making his hair move and the city lights lighting up his face and then his lean, muscular body. Fuck alcohol! Wrong timing, I want him to fuck me.
"Want something?" He said, looking at me. Damn, I've been staring him.
He walked over to me and put his hands either side of me on the railing. I bend a little beneath him. His mouth turned to a smirk, "You could have said it but nevertheless, I was thinking of this too," with that his lips pressed on mine and my hands went to his neck. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and the kiss got deeper, more intense. His perfume and my alcohol were the only thing my brain could register. His hands came around my waist and I moved my hand up his bicep, feeling his strong body. After what seemed a long time, I broke the kiss and breathed air. His hands went off me and he smiled. "That was good."
"I got to go, unless you want more?" I just hoped to see whether he would give in.
"Would think about it later," he replied, leaning back. Of course his ego.
"I bet you will" I said and walked out of there.