Page 2 of Habits

“You think I’m hiding?”

I tilt my head to the side, thinking. All this alcohol is making me warm and dizzy. My head is all over the place, and my mouth seems to have a mind of its own.

“Aren’t we all?” I ask, the corner of my lips tilting in a small, taunting smile.

His eyes find me in the darkness and hold on.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

The seconds tick by, and we just stare at each other.

We don’t say a word.

We don’t breathe.

Just look.

Something passes between us.

An understanding, maybe. And now, while his eyes are connected with mine, I feel peace wash over me.

A sense of belonging.

The boy I can’t stand. The boy who irritates the hell out of me. The boy I want to strangle at least once daily. In this silly, unexpected moment, he gives me something that I haven’t felt in so long, something I was afraid I’d never feel again.

Maybe it’s the influence of alcohol, or just simple craziness. I don’t know. And to be honest, I don’t care.

I don’t know how it happens, but he’s suddenly right there in front of me. Or maybe I’m in front of him?

He stares at me, and my heart kicks up a notch.

Andrew takes the now empty bottle out of my hand and puts it on the floor by his side. His fingers curl around mine.

Intertwining.

Gripping hard.

I feel my teeth bite into my lower lip nervously. I want to pull away, but his hold, his pull, is too strong.

His eyes look down at me tormenting my lip. His pupils dilate, and a low growl comes out of him. A growl that I’ll realize later is my name.

Then he’s kissing me.

Andrew’s hands go to my waist and pull me closer so I’m sitting firmly in his lap. His lips land on mine, and with the first touch of soft skin against soft skin, I feel a zap of electricity run through my whole body. I inhale sharply, my lips parting slightly before they’re covered by his again.

The kiss is harsh, commanding, overpowering. Andrew nibbles on my lower lip, swollen and puffy, before he sucks it into his mouth, making me moan.

It’s overwhelming. His closeness, his scent, the feel of his skin on mine.

So overwhelming, that for a second, I forget how to breathe.

My body shudders under his hands, relishing in the play of smooth and rough.

I kiss him back as fiercely as he’s kissing me. My hands cup his cheeks and hold him close. The soft ends of his hair taunt me, so I let my fingers run through his locks.

Just like silk, as I knew they would be.

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