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Chapter Twenty-Four - You Give Me That Rush, I Don't Want It To Stop,

Just say you feel the way that I feel,

I'm feeling sexual,

So we should be sexual,

-Neiked FT. Dyo, "Sexual,"

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ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴠ

It boggles my mind how quickly a situation can change if one year ago you would've told me I'd end up in such a compromising position with my best friend I would've laughed in your face and called you delusional, but now I can't remember a time where we were anything else, 

If that kiss at rehearsal was like a firecracker then this one, this one was like a full-blown atomic bomb, it was as if something in my head instantly clicked and I forgot mere seconds ago I was attempting to convince her against it, everything felt as if it was in slow motion, as she pulled me towards her practically squishing herself between me and the wall, she seemed desperate in a way as her hands moved all over my body digging and grasping at any flesh her fingertips came across, while I simply wanted the moment to last forever afraid that once it was over she'd go back to hating me, 

Our fervent kiss gradually turned into a full-blown argument as we fought to obtain the upper hand, until eventually, she managed to wrestle me to my knees, somehow managing to keep her lips pressed against mine, she pulled away for a second breathing heavily, I stared up at her bewildered, waiting for her to scream at me and tell me to stay away, as my mind was flooded with the memories of that night in my bedroom two and a half months ago when I'd stupidly said I didn't need her, knowing damn well she was the only reason I was still here, but instead all I got was a plead,

"Please just stop fighting me," she whispered, her eyes glossy, her swollen lips quivering as she tried to contain an upcoming sob,

"Please," she pleaded once more, leaning in to join our lips in a sweet kiss and that was enough to stop any further argument from my end I simply followed her lead, from the bathroom where I was meant to shower, to her bed where our heated frenzy died down in a slow exploration of one another's bodies, to the kitchen where she'd gone to rehydrate herself, to the bathtub where we'd gone to ease the pain in our sore muscles, eventually we ended back in my bed where we currently laid, well I was laying, Veronica was busy attacking my neck with soft pecks, my eyes were closed as I attempted to process the happenings of the last four hours, as much as I wanted to keep myself immersed in the moment all I could think about was what would happen when the moment passed, would she hate me again? she'd never actually said it before, in fact, she constantly assured me that hatred was an emotion she refused to feel towards me, but what if she had? What if for that month we spent apart she hated me? I don't think I could live with myself if that were ever to happen, I had to have a clear understanding of what was going on before I lost the last bit of sanity I'd managed to hold onto,

"Hey, Ronnie?" I asked inhaling deeply as her soft pecks turned into equally delicate nibbling, 

"Hmm?" she mumbled in response, as she made her way from the crook of my neck to my collarbone, 

"I think we need to talk," I say, my grip on her waist tightening as she peppered kissed from one of my shoulders to the expanse of the other, 

"So, talk," she managed to say as she continued to kiss down my body, 

"Face to face," I gulped as she used her tongue to trace the lines which defined my stomach softly biting every now and then, "Ronnie," I called out once again tugging on her arm,