Hooked on love

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I sit in the waiting room dazed, what was that? Did kiss me so he could tag me? What about wanting to call me his? It’s so confusing! I’ve kissed guys before, but not like that! It felt like he swallowed my energy whilst inserting it. I’m glad it was dark, my face must have been a picture. Has it affected him? Gah! Look at what he’s done to me!

My bodily functions signal its arrival, I realise that I haven’t used the bathroom since the restaurant. I grab my bag and quickly jog to the toilets before the game ends.
 After tending to my needs I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and the reflection that greets me is horrifying. The kiss had smudged my lipstick everywhere but my lips, I’ve practically sweated off all of my foundation and my eyes make me look like a washed up panda. Ugh, how long have I been like this!? I keep my anger at bay and shove my hair up into a messy bun leaving my bangs lose, I search my bag for any spare wipes - I’m in luck. Once I come to terms with no way of rectifying my make-up, I violently drag the wipe across my eyes hoping to take it all off.

4 wipes later and my raw, clean face is back. I finally relax, this is me, if he doesn’t like it then it’s his loss. As I leave the toilets I spot Jackson frantically searching for something, or someone. Once his eyes finally catch a glimpse me, he jogs over. This is the first time I’m seeing him since our kiss, my heart starts to palpitate, I feel vulnerable with no make-up on and my hair shoved up.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I thought you left…”
“I freshened up, as you can see I’ve scrubbed off all my make-up which your spontaneous outburst messed up, so thank you. Also, why do you always assume I would leave?” His eyes are staring at me searching.
“Because of the kiss, I over stepped my boundaries didn’t I? I just couldn’t help myself.” He looks at the ground shoving his hand through his hair. In some ways I guess we are like…
“Firstly, I wouldn’t leave over something like that, especially since it was one of the best experiences of my life, secondly, so what if you couldn’t? Did I complain? I was more bothered whether you kissed me purely just catch me out.” His head snaps up and he grabs my face between his hands, “you thought I’d do something like that? I’ve been wanting to kiss you since day one, Ava. I also meant what I said, I want to call you mine, can I?” Just as I go to answer, his phone rings. “Why is everything getting in my way today?” he said rubbing his face exasperated, I remember that I haven’t text Nick yet. He pulls the phone from his pocket, “Hey day, what’s up?” I’ll use this time to text him.

“Reporting in, date is going fine, Cassie cancelled but it’s going great so far. Went to La Tasca and he’s taken me to Laser Quest. Text you later xx”

My belly makes itself known, I am hungry. I see Jackson eyeing me up, “she’s called Ava, no, I don’t think so, she won’t want too.” Wait, what?
“I won’t what?” I can tell with the way he’s looking at me that he doesn’t want to tell me, I stare him out, you will tell me. He surrenders slumping his body, “My dad has invited you for tea, I said you wouldn’t want too.”
“Why not? Are you ashamed?” I put my hands on my hips and lean to the side. He snorts through his nose, “Okay, will be there soon.” He shoves the phone back in his pocket, shaking his head.
“You amaze me, we may as well get going then.” I smile showing my teeth, “Thanks.”

“You really wasn’t lying when you said that you lived near me,” I could walk to his house in 10 minutes taking some shortcuts. He lives in a 3 story building, which means endless stairs burning into my quadriceps. I look over at Jackson wondering why he isn’t replying and I see his hands gripping the wheel, “what’s wrong?” He takes a quick glance at my face and looks back outside, “I’ve never brought a girl home before, so I’m a bit nervous and don’t want you to change your mind about me.” Before I know it, I’ve unclipped my seatbelt and climbed onto his lap and wrapped myself around him. Just seeing his sat there looking fragile and admitting to being nervous made me do something I never would have done in my life. “I won’t change my mind. I’m honoured to be the first girl to step foot in your house,” he relaxes against me and wraps his arms round my back and nuzzles his face into my bare neck. “Thank you,” with those soft words flowing against my neck, I realised that he really is a vulnerable guy deep down, and that makes me like his more.
  I lean back so we’re facing one another, the air is shifting. Something is pulling me in and I want it too, for the first time in my teenage years I find myself wanting more, I want to relive that kiss. I look into his eyes and see that he wants it too, his lips are parted, waiting for me to make my move. I lean in staring at his lips and my belly makes an entrance breaking the electricity, like a rubber bands retracting itself. Bah!...

A deep soft chuckle rises within his chest, “well as much as I love you sitting on my lap, I need you to move.” My chest tightens, “why?” I like it here. He looks straight into my eyes raising an eyebrow, god why does he look so good like that? “Do you really want to know?” I raise my eyebrows, I don’t understand why he wants me to move, I don’t make moves like this often. I feel my anxiety turning in my stomach, he closes his eyes and raises his hips slightly and I feel something against my leg. Oh! I quickly scoot over to my seat welcoming the cold leather on my skin. “Sorry!” I cover my face, I can’t believe I actually sat on his lap, initiated a kiss AND made me feel something. Who is this Ava?

I hear him fumbling with his jeans and unclipping his seatbelt, “I’m ready now. Are you?” he lifts my chin with his finger so I’m directly looking at him, I’m not emotionally ready for this so I try and protest but he persists. “Don’t apologise, it’s natural. Just be thankful you can’t hear what I’m thinking.” My breath hitched, wondering what could be going on in his mind.
“Is it bad that I want to know?” I whisper, looking at his lips. He inhales and leans forward, tilting my chin. All I want is to feels those lips on mine again, he’s driving me crazy and I’m letting him.
  Our lips meet, this time it’s more hard and forceful, like he’s taking me, wanting me. He licks the edge of my lips, nibbling and playing with them. I didn’t think it’d feel this nice, when I’ve read it in books I imagined it to be quite ticklish, but I was wrong. I open my mouth and let him delve into me, twisting ours tongues together, I shove my hands into his hair pulling him in deeper. I want to sit on his lap again, I want to feel what I’m doing to him. I start to climb and this time his belly gurgles. I stop and sit back in my seat, catching my breath, what’s gotten into me? We’re outside his house for Christ sakes! I put my fingers to my lips stroking them, they’re swollen and wet. I feel wild and unruly.

“We need to get out of this car before anything else happen, plus our bellies have intervened enough, don’t you think?” His breath is rugged and hoarse, his hair is out of place and his cheeks are red. Knowing I did that to him fills me with a feeling I’ve never had before, power. I could get used to this. “Yeah, I’m starving.” He grins and says “You have no idea.” Given the situation we was just in, I have a feeling that he wasn’t referring to food.