Broken

• Chapter 76 •

I flinch back as Adrien pokes my shoulder. I was in the middle of an intense game of candy crush.

"You okay?" he holds back a laugh.

I sigh and nod, still kind of annoyed at him. I start walking out of the café, navigating through a few people. I hope we're going somewhere where we don't have to talk to each other. Maybe the movies.

He sighs and pulls me back into an alleyway. I frown, "What the hell was that for?"

"I needed to get you alone," he tells me.

"Why—"

All of a sudden, his lips are on mine. The kiss is burning with passion, I melt right into it. I forget that I'm annoyed at him and my hands wrap around his neck. He grabs my hips and pulls my body into his. He pins me up onto the wall and wraps my legs around his hips.

He kisses my neck, leaving a trail down to my collarbone, then back up to meet my lips. I hope he's not wiping the make up off my almost-faded bruises. Our mouths part and I feel his tongue slide along my bottom lip. I can feel his hunger, and I can feel mine.

Maybe Emoni's advice wasn't such bad timing after all.

My hands lace through his hair, tugging him impossibly close to me. I've never felt this... Well, let's just say I've never felt this excited about kissing Adrien before. I begin unbuttoning his top, his arms wrap around my waist tightly. I barely feel any pain, but I bring his hands down to my hips instead, relieving my waist from anyone's grip.

We're out of breath, he pulls away and looks into my eyes.

He breathes heavily, "To do that."

I can't help but smile foolishly. He smirks and kisses my cheek before setting me back down.

"Well... That was..." I can't even formulate a sentence.

AGH! BOYS TURN GIRLS INTO SUCH IDIOTS!

I'm completely flushed. His kisses are usually softer, quicker, less passionate. But this time it was intense. If he hadn't pulled away, I don't know if I would've stopped.

What the hell, Clem? I thought I had more self-control than that.

"Something I should do every time I see you," he grins.

"No," I retort, but low-key want.

He laughs, "I was hoping it would be a good way to get you to shut up while I apologize."

I snort, "Y-yeah... Definitely... Um, works..."

Use your words, child.

He smirks at my articulate self. I shake my head and take a deep breath in, "Well?"

He shrugs sheepishly, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gotten jealous and mad at you like that. I was just upset because I felt like you were keeping shit from me. And I felt like I was losing you before I properly even had you..."

I'm staring at his lips. His words are going through one ear and leaving the other.

"I want you to be able to talk to me, and I felt like you didn't want to. But then, yesterday after the phone call, I sat and thought about it..."

I wonder if he'd be good in bed. Would I be good in bed? Is it an acquired skill or are you just naturally born sexually gifted or challenged?

"... You did open up to me! To some degree."

Fuck, what if I'm sexually challenged?

"You told me your mom was in an accident."

I'm sure it's an acquired skill. I mean you can't be terrible at it forever, right..? Do people learn from kissing and fucking?

Shit. I'm so clueless. I'm going to fuck up.

"And I was thinking about it, that was hard for you to say, wasn't it?"

I wonder if Adrien is a virgin.

Nah... Look at him. He's a boy. Aren't boys who are on the football team automatically bullied if they're virgins? Adrien doesn't get bullied.

"Cause you're like all closed up and shit, right?"

Fuck, is this boy really still talking? Hmm... Maybe he is a virgin.

"So that's progress!"

I shake my head to myself and look up to study his face, he's smiling. Why is he smiling? Ugh, whatever.

"So I realized what a dick I've been, and I wanted to say I'm really—"

I groan and crash his lips to mine, tugging him towards me. My body aches for his touch, I want to feel his lips against mine. I want him to touch me, I want to touch him. I tug at his shirt, and he lets out a small laugh in between kisses.

"Hey hey, woah..."

I continue kissing him, it's as though my body has been possessed by a sex-craved demon. He takes my hands into his and pulls away. He looks dazed, and just as sheepish and intoxicated with lust as I feel.

"Not here," he shakes his head.

Hm. A boy has more self-restraint than I do. Maybe I do suck at this whole romance sex shit. Or maybe he just has more experience, therefore more control? Agh, this is all so confusing. I suddenly feel my cheeks blaze up, I must look like a horny little bitch.

I step back and clear my throat, straightening my clothes out.

I was not about to fuck him in a goddamn alleyway! What the fuck?

I run a hand through my hair to tame it.

"Let's go?" he can't help the smile on his face. It's so cute that it makes me mirror it, unable to stop.

I nod and follow him without retort.