The Opposite [BxB] ✔

Chapter Sixteen

"Oh. Well, I only live with my dad so I'll call him soon." I replied, shyly lowering my head and swaying from my increasing impatience. "he should already know that I'm over here anyway, since I come over often.."

"Yeah? What happened to your mama, sweetheart? Did she move away or have a divorce?" she pried. "you can trust us hun." I gave a quivering sigh and threw a hesitant glance to Cooper, who was already looking at me with concern. I chucked my gaze to the floor and beat the silence that washed over us.

"She left me and dad a few years ago. I don't know where she's been ever since." I responded almost in a monotone voice, the same old emotionless side of me emerging from my depths. I haven't shown that side ever since I met Cooper so it's gotten rather unfamiliar.

"Oh my, how awful... I'm very sorry to hear that. My husband -- or Coop's father is on a very special business trip and makin' money for us at home. That's how we can afford this place after all," she lamented for my mother, causing me to wince.

My heart strings were being tugged just thinking of her long vacancy. I couldn't look up from the floor so I just clenched and relaxed my hand in a rhythm to calm my overheating senses. Taking a hint of my anxiety, Cooper finally stepped forward and hugged my side as to ease me.

"Mom, I think Stormie is getting a little uncomfortable. I'll take him upstairs while you help Percy with dinner for tonight." he spoke, voice sounding sharp and stern. Perry fell silent and soon replied in a short, "Alright, honey. Love you." I was then tugged backwards, causing my eyes to fling up to Cooper. He was walking slowly as to not make me stumble, glancing back at me every now and then to check if I was okay.

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"Sorry. My mom is really pushy sometimes. She gets way too nosy... I-I didn't know about your mom.. Yunno', being gone and all that." Cooper explained, shutting the bedroom door behind himself. I sat down on his bed, hearing the box springs creak as I applied weight. He sauntered over to his TV and switched it on before making his way over to me.

"It's okay," I said. "she didn't know, nor did you so I don't blame you guys for being curious." Although I told him that, I could still see the guilt mixed with the mourning in the look he wore.

"Let's change the topic." I suggested.

His mood brightened. "Yeah. That's probably for the best. I have the most perfect idea for what we can do too." he waggled his eyebrows as I blatantly disregarded his suggestion. I tossed my eyes over to the TV and caught sight of the shows that were playing.

CSI Miami was on now, and in ten minutes it'll switch to Hawaii Five-O and so on... What the hell? That's so unlike him to watch anything gore-related. I like watching those shows but I usually fall asleep through the middle of them.

A gentle, pale hand brought me back to look at Cooper's face. His eyebrows were arched with concentration, chiseled jaw locked in place as his eyes grew soft as they looked back at me. The corners of his pink lips were raised and the apples of his cheekbones were painted with crimson.

His strawberry red hair was tasseled and some strands sprung wildly. His eyelids fell shut as if weights sunk them down. His ginger eyelashes fluttered over his cheeks. As if hypnotized, I melted into his touch and found myself leaning forward.

"Cooper.." I mumbled, letting out a soft breath as our noses brushed. Keeping his eyes closed, he hummed in acknowledgement. I gingerly pressed my lips to his lid, feeling his eye shift underneath. I switched to his other eyelid and kissed gently. Then, lowering to my more primal destination, I melded my lips with his.

His hand rested behind my earlobe, fingers twirling a strand of hair between them. I raised my own hand and slithered it up his elevated arm. The heat between us was so immense that it began to make my face flush.

He moved in front of me as his other hand rubbed the inside of my thigh. My legs trembled from the fingers that grazed me. He breathed against my lips as we parted. "Ah.. man." he huffed, glancing downwards with a cocky smirk. "you've got a problem on your hands, Stormie."

I followed his gaze with confusion, only to find a lump in his tight jeans. I gasped, jerking back in surprise. He chuckled at my reaction, his hand gently gripping my wrist. "It's okay, Stormie. It won't bite you." he murmured, leaning in so that his breath brushed my ear. I gave a hesitant breath as his arm slowly guided my hand to his exaltation.

I pressed a quivering hand to the bulge, feeling it twitch below the fabric of his trousers. The area around his groin was warm under my skin, so my sweat didn't help the situation at all. I involuntarily clenched my hand, causing him to let out a raspy groan. As I heard that, I felt a tingly sensation in my lower region. No, no, no... I-I don't want to have the same problem as him. It'll make things awkward!

"Could you help me out?"

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