𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲

Chapter 25

— Chapter 25 —
An Old Friend

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N O A H

Elliot's kiss had been in my mind for days.

It frustrated me because no matter how much I enjoyed it, the moment was never meant to happen.

I was fucking selfish. I was pissed off over Angela. Elliot was the closest outlet I had, and I couldn't stop myself from taking advantage of that. The two of us were confused over it, and the tension that loomed in the air whenever we were together afterward did nothing to help the situation.

I wasn't supposed to kiss him.

It wasn't meant to feel that right.

I couldn't explain why I'd done it. Just... seeing him like that, with his figure locked beneath mine and face only an inch away, gave me a kind of adrenaline I'd never felt before. His doe eyes trailed over my lips like they were his own version of the forbidden fucking fruit, and damn did it feel good when he gave in to his desires.

I'd never kissed another man before, but with Elliot, I didn't have to think twice about it. The motions just came naturally.

He didn't just sit there and let me do all the work, either.

It was fucking hot.

Elliot knew how to use that mouth of his. Those pretty, full lips—pink like cotton candy and just as sweet. God only knew just how often I'd thought of what it would be like to kiss him in the past... but there was nothing holy in that bathroom we were in. Elliot exceeded all the expectations.

Oh, hell. He really had me there for a minute, too, with those innocent eyes of his and his gentle exterior. That bathroom made it all crystal clear—he was the devil disguised as a harmless bartender with silver earrings and pale brown hair. Christ. My only regret might've been not kissing him sooner.

We could've gone further, too. The two of us were putty in the other's hands—swept up in the heat of the moment by our own carnal desires. If we hadn't stopped where we had... the situation could've gotten entirely more complicated.

So, if I'd never get the chance to kiss him again... at least I could ingrain that one moment with him in my memory.

And his smile.

God... that damn smile.

His eyes were the first to light up when he was happy—he had this pretty shimmer in them, a sparkle that seemed to fight against all the sorrows of his past. For that one moment, Elliot had let himself be happy. And that look on his face made it clear that I'd never be able to find someone so beautiful again.

I couldn't get the image of him playing guitar out of my mind. Watching him strum the cords to an instrument I hadn't touched in years made a strange feeling grow in my chest. He was good at it.

The music.

Elliot's music reminded me of something.

I couldn't explain it. I just knew Elliot from somewhere. It was as if it was right at the tip of my tongue and I couldn't reach it.