"Don't be shy," she winks.
I leaned over her body and sucked the salt off her neck, following down between her bra. I could feel her breath catch as I left a dark mark on her skin. Cheers came from the crowd as they saw what I left.
I kissed my wa...
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I wake up to the sound of water running.
It reminds me of the first time I slept in Draco's room, which was actually like 2 days ago. Wow - I've known this guy for like 4 days and look how far have we gone. Maybe we're going a little too fast.
I'm not rushing him, am I?
I can't be - after all, I'm the one that said let's not go too far.
Besides, we aren't dating.
Are we?
What do we call each other; Friends - Friends with benefits - Or are we actually dating?
I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear the bathroom door open. Just like last time, a tall blonde boy walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped lightly around his waist. He walks out, the steam of the shower following him. Last time I didn't want to look, but this time I can look all I want. "Staring problem Taylor?" he asks.
I know he's joking but I can't help it. "Only with you, Malfoy," I say, getting out of bed. I'm still wearing my grey sweatpants and Draco's shirt when I walk over to him. He wraps his arms around my waist, and I put my hands on his bare chest.
"Good morning to you too," he says, giving me a peck on the lips.
I quickly look him up and down. "Ugh stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Being so hot."
I go for it and start making out with him. I push him against the wall this time, as he lifts up one of my legs, holding it, and pressing it on him. My right hand explores his muscular body, while my left-hand plays with his wet hair.
When I pull away, he questions me, "What? What happened?" he asks, looking genuinely concerned.
I pause. "Why hasn't someone snatched you up?" I realize what I've just said and add, "Not that we're together of course." I quickly add.
He scoffs, "A lot of girls like me, but it's for my looks, or popularity, or name, or wealth. I guess I don't want that. Plus they're all hoes who just want to get smashed."
"Except for me?"
"Except for you. And I like that. We're taking whatever this is slow."
"This is not slow." I roll my eyes. "Slow is taking a month to get their first kiss. We both know we've gone farther than that, and we haven't known each other for even a week."
"You're not wrong. But only we know that - nobody else does. We don't have to let people know anything." He pauses, "To be honest if somebody asks, I'm not sure what I'd say. What are we?"
"We are, " I pause, "we are friends, who make out a lot, but not just for the making out, but because we care for each other, yet hate each other at the same time. We get annoyed by one another easily, but still want to see where things go before we put a title on it."
