HER

Part 14

Havaca Beach

I was burning, my body heating up and melting from his kiss. He took my mouth like he never before, kissed me as if he could lift my loneliness out from my grasp. He enveloped his lips to mine as if it was morning and he needs to let go. Lastly, he puckered my lips as my eyelids fall in ecstasy.

I felt the urge to wobble, my heart bursting with the desire to brush my fingers on his hair, or squeeze his bicep testing how firm they are. If all of it was true, if he was true.

And it is true.

I kissed him back, with the same needed capacity, as my life depended on it. I kissed him, my arms touched his chest and squeezed them tight. I felt his breathing ragged when I glided my way up to his neck. I opened my mouth wide and his tongue slipped. Like waves of the sea, our lips, mouths, molded into one.

Despite of what he could do to me, his hands respectfully remained glued at my waistline, too careful and cautious to move.

He secretly smiled as his kissed paced, slowing down and finally remove himself away from my mouth only to lean his forehead over my head, our nose inches nearer.

" It was the shirt." He whispered, refering to the XXL shirt I was wearing a while ago. He blow out a couple of air. His chest rising and falling in heat. His body warm and cozy at the same time.

Something in me clogged from speaking more. My lungs compressed then contracts in a lungful of air. My body stood immobile, too tired to move.

I want more.

I want his lips on my collarbone.

His fingers on my hips again.

Hands Everywhere.

It made my heart rummage my rib cage. My cheeks reddened. Didn't realized that I tiptoed unconsciously, wanting for another round.

Xavier chuckled at my attempt as I bit my lip in shame. Out of my bluntness, he rewarded me another kiss on my cheeks in a chaste.

His thumb pulled my bottom lip and brought again my mouth to his lips. He smirked, waggling his eyebrow at me. " You looked like you need sex. Shall I ask Dr. phil for some proper medication on you?"

"What is it with Dr. Phil? People had been mentioning that to me lately." I was inhaling and exhaling in a quick succession, looked like I ran meters of track and field even though I ain't a runner all my life. I knew that moment my hair was a mess. Suddenly, gone embarrassed, I punched him in his bicep. He playfully said, 'ow'.

Trying to catch my breath and finding my voice, I muffled by his chest. " Asshole."

" I've been called worse." He winked at me. He stepped back and let go of me only to throw his enormous shirt at me. " Put it on."

" Fine." I rolled my eyes as I caught it mid-air, slipped it in, and realized it was bigger than my shirt ten minutes ago. I narrowed my eyes at him, folded my arms, and uttered, " Happy?"

He didn't respond instead he turned on his back then marched toward his motorcycle, " Come with me."

I shook my head, " I'm not going with you. I specifically invited you here at the beach party, it might seem rude if we get out unattended."

" Then tell the birthday girl our minutes is up."

He opened his palm towards the tent where the current of people having fun, dancing, and drinking their shots.

" What if I don't?"

He gave me a look that says " are you serious?", he stalked towards me. Prowling like a mad man, glaring at me, ready to shove me to the cabinet if it meant bringing me home. I'm about to piss myself right now.

And Every time he took a step, he could look like a model for style in magazine covers or L'officiel Hommes Poland cover story. He looked damn fine with those trunks alone.

Yum. Indeed, Mary.

I shook my head raised my hands from the jaw-dropping scene, totally giving up. I mean, who would? " Okay okay, I'll come with you."

" That's what I thought." He grinned back at me and his biceps jumped and contracted as he folded his arms. He murmured, " Go, tell."

I did what he wanted me too. I looked for Maria in the packs of people. I spotted her dancing with a handsome person named Cael, she introduced me to him and I returned, shooking hands. When I turned to her, I hugged her and said my farewell.

After that, I went to Mary who was indeed ( I was correct) kissing with Darren by one of the U-tables displayed. I said my goodbyes and that told her that Mr. Hottie- I mean Xavier is gonna bring me home.

She smiled, drunk and I had to tell Darren who by the way doesn't drink at all to tell her when she is sober that I am safe and I got Mr. Hottie with me. Darren questioned Mr hottie thing but I told him it was a long story and that I have less than a minute to spare my time storytelling. So I waved goodbye at them mostly to Darren since he was the responsible and the sober one.

I didn't found Mark and so I thought I'll just leave him a text so that he might know as well where was I.

I mean, look, where is Xavier planning to bring me anyway?

When I came back to Xavier, he was looking at the ocean with ankles crossed and leaning over his motorcycle.

He looked beautiful with the scenery as his background. I should try asking him to get a job at modeling or becoming a famous artist in the future but who am I kidding he won't take my offer, right? So I just kept it to myself and smiled at how gorgeous my companion is.

Wow, you must get it hard for him, Cassy, huh? How many days was it? Three? four? And now you are falling for him? Is that is?

Battling with my conscience does not tolerate me having to have some sense in going out with this man I just make out with. But Why? Why do I feel like he is someone I could lean on to when times get rough? It is hard to describe it yet the way I felt around him is... somewhat familiar, and welcoming despite his personality.

I called his name and he looked over to me and gently smiled, gone the caveman look ( thank god) , " why does it take you so long?"

I can't help but laugh, neglected his question and said, " We can go now."

Xavier tipped his head a signal for me to get as he roared the engine to life.

I sat behind him and make myself comfortable. There is no handle behind me or across from me and so before I could realize what he was doing, Xavier took both of my hands forward, and moved it around his stomach, as I was hugging him tightly. " W-what are you doing?"

" Hold on. And don't let go." He shouted on the loud shrill of the engine, it clamored again, vibrating our seats then in one turn of his hand sent us sprinting on the road.