Chapter 18 Make Out

"Whoo! It's hot in here." I fanned myself with my hands. I rolled my eyes in the air and violently fanned myself even though nothing was still happening.

"Shit."

"Huh !? Wait, I'm getting out of here. The heat here."

I know I got up straight and went out of the kitchen not waiting for him to say anything. I felt relieved to get out of there, fleeing his presence. Great. I walked straight to his living area, seemingly drowsy, I slowly crossed the living area because there was a pool there. I pouted when I realize something. I crouched down and made my eyes chinky to have a proper look at it. It's a transparent glass! I'm so dumb! Why did I jump when I just can walk across-

I laughed and sat at leather couch.

"I'm so dumb." I laughed again. I'm going crazy. I stopped laughing at myself when I saw him standing 2 meters away from me. He's looking at me like I'm sort of an alien.

"Hey," I pointed at him.

"You're done eating? Come here." I couldn't recognize my voice by how thin it was. I heard him groaned before coming in front of me. He stood in front of me.

"Damn that alcohol tolerance of yours."

"Shh! Are you saying I'm drunk? I-I'm not! I've never been drunk! Ever! It's just so hot in here."

"Hmm." I narrowed my eyes.

He really thinks I'm drunk? I'm not, the same thing happened to me when they gave Lucy a taste of wine. I'm not drunk. Drunk is not knowing what you're doing and embarrassing yourself. Drunk are for the broken hearts.

"Baby, you are."

It was dark but I could still see his red lips. His eyes I could not read with emotion. I laughed again. I licked my lips and bit the lower before pointing at him.

"You don't tell me I'm drunk because I'm not." He took my hand pointing at him and sat down next to me.

"Uh huh?" He kissed that hand and it made my heart beat wild.

"You don't call me baby, because I'm not."

When I shake more. He just stared at me and waited for me to say something. How can he look at me like he's so fond of me? Maybe I'm drunk, I'm already seeing things I shouldn't be.

"And you don't say you're jealous because you're not!"

I poked my other finger to his hard chest just to made my point.

He grabbed it and now he had two hands holding it. His almond eyes and perfectly shaped eyebrows unite in one. He didn't seem to like what I said but he wasn't angry either.

"I am. I am fvking jealous by the thought of you going out with another man."

I followed when his lips twitched, eager to taste it.

"Hey."

"Huh?"

He hissed and my reaction seemed to be very difficult to do.

"I said I'm jealous. I am your boyfriend but you're planning to go out with another man."

"You're not my boyfriend." I whispered.

There was no space between the two of us and my hands were crossed on my chest and his. He looked up and closed his eyes sharply. I followed the rising chin lump in his throat.

"Let's talk about this when you're sober."

He gritted his teeth and scanned my face. My gaze is still focused on his lips. He lowered my hands and wrapped them around her.

It was like the butterflies were celebrating in my chest.

"When did the last time you get drunk? I'm dying to know who you're with Ava."

I blinked at every opening of his mouth. His thumb caressing my hands make my world spin.

"Did you drink with that Justine you're talking about?"

I was thrown into the air. How many time do I have to stress it? Isn't there nothing he should care about there?

"So? You're not my boyfriend. Why are you jealous?"

My eyes are drowsy asked him.

"We're back to this again?"

He said coldly. He looked at me sharply and dangerously. It made me tremble but who cares?

"We never broke up Ava. You left me without a word. You better not start with this again."

I no longer understood what he said because of the thirst I felt. I reached for his face but to my frustration he withdrew his face from me.

"No kissing. Tell me who's your boyfriend first."

"H-huh?"

My voice was fading I could barely recognize it. I lifted my hand around his neck and bowed to reach his lips again. He averted his face again and I was exhausted in extreme frustration with him.

I'm heating up, I'm thirsty and I want him to extinguish that! I groaned and stood up but in one hand he pulled me back like a spring, my seat fell on his thighs. He fulfilled my wish. His lips brushed mine torridly. I close my eyes as I feel that kiss.

It enters my mind that he has a fiance but this is how I claim him now. I'm no different with my mom. I'm making myself a mistress for her leftover opportunity. I could barely think straight. Hell.

His passionate kiss and a firm touch on my lips were all on my mind. I could barely hold myself as his lips are claiming mine. She looked up as I bent down to reach for each other's lips. He had a hand behind my neck pressing me more into his as if we were still doing very little.

He bit my lower lip making me open my mouth. He had his chance through that, his tongue roamed my mouth with a hungry vigor. I was spellbound -I could taste mint, I could taste alcohol and sweetness all at once.

I could sense the desire, longing and intimacy at the same time. And I wanted more. His hands from the back of my neck slid down into my legs and made me position myself into his lap. He turned me to face him as I moved between his two thighs.

The urge to feel his skin to mine was too much. I had a grasp of my left hands to his soft hair while my other hand is into his jaw. It was rough because of his shaved stubble. Very thirsty, as if never to be quenched, that's how I feel now.

Both of his hands grabbed my behind and made me whimper. He catches my seat as if it's normal to do so. I was dizzy and could think of nothing but her lips. I let out a moan and like a frustrated bore he groaned.

Wherever my hand goes because of the sensation it feels. His lips made it's way to my jaw, volts of sensation electrified my senses. It tickles but it's making me dizzy - drunk on her kisses.

"Ahh ..."

I couldn't recognize my voice in the growl that was released. His lips are now in my neck he slightly bit it and it made me more insane. His palms were on my waist, tightly caressing it.

One more moan and I heard him groan.

"You are mine. You understand?"

He breathed to my ears, he bit it lightly and returned the lip to me.

This man. This is the man I'll always love. The only man in my life. You don't have to say that because I'm always yours.

I'll always be yours, even if you belong to someone else, I'm still yours. I'll look at you from afar and love you without you knowing. Always remember that. I want to tell him that. I wish I can.

One soft kiss in my lips I let out a sobbed. Like a dagger pierced my heart the truth. No matter how high I can reach, even if I reach the top of the world. I could never reach him. I sobbed and put my forehead into his shoulders. I encircled my hands into his neck and hug him as tight as I could.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

His worried voice made my sob grew louder. I shuddered and could not put into words the feelings. His hands are caressing my back calming me down.

He keeps on asking me what's wrong but I couldn't speak because of too much crying. Her clothes were wet because of my tears. Damn alcohol.

"Baby, speak up. You're making me worried. What's wrong?"

I shook violently. He tried to see my face but I just buried my face deeper in his shoulder.

"Your house is so n-nice." I feel like a fool crying just because his house is beautiful.

I heard him laugh hoarsely and touch my nape.

"You're crying because of that?"

I didn't answer and just cried. I don't know what the hell happened after that. He just hugged me until I calmed down. The next days we're the same.