I can only laugh even more at all of this. How could I think that somehow Chris was upset about what didn't happen?
The way I left him in that bed, I thought he would be hating me now, but he's not.
He's just making fun of my face, which means he doesn't even care.
I feel even worse than I did when he didn't kiss me earlier yesterday.
If that's the way it's supposed to be, let's both act like assholes, I guess he only understands that language anyway.
I point my finger in his direction:
''Listen here, Chris, my sex life is none of your business. You have nothing to do with it. It has never been. I'm not some crazy, desperate fool who runs after the first idiot who comes along trying to seduce me, and I go and offer myself to him.''
He looks at me, surprised now. I continue:
'' I'm not dating Jack anymore, and that's none of your business. You are still an asshole. The same one I picked up at the airport that damn day. And I'm not going to apologize for anything I've ever said to you in my life.''
When I realized, his mouth was on mine.
... Chris...
I walk away slowly while she still looks at me in surprise. She questions:
''But what was that?''
I say:
''You didn't want to shut up.''
She bites her lips because she is trying not to laugh.
I end up smiling too.
We are still too close.
But then she looks at me seriously again. And when I least expect it, she raises her arms from the side of her body and starts trying to punch me.
She can't hit me because I am trying to hold her arms back while I ask her to calm down and stop this.
But she doesn't want to listen to me, and she just makes me take a few more steps backward as she tries to hit me with her closed fists, telling me she hates me.
I lean against a wall behind her and hold her wrists above her head, but she still looks furious.
She breathes heavily, we are inches apart now, so I can keep her against the wall and make her stop trying to punch me.
While she is still looking at me angrily, a few tears fall from her face. It ends with me.
I feel like shit now for making her hate me so much, I thought she was over all that stuff from when we first met, but I see she's not.
I want so badly to change the way she feels about me. I have to find a way.
Then I look into her eyes and say, desolated:
''So you hate me?''
She doesn't say anything and just stares at me with a fury that is still evident. I take a deep breath, bringing my body closer to hers, making me stare at our glued breasts for a moment.
Then I realize that this hatred might not even really exist.
I bite my lips at this thought and watch him follow my mouth with his eyes, then disguise it.
I move even closer to his face, detour to his neck, and say, brushing my mouth against his ear:
''Do you hate getting goosebumps like that when I get close to you?''
She takes a deep breath.
She tries to free her hands, but I hold on tight.
I lower one of my hands while the other holds her wrists firmly.
My hand goes up the inside of her shirt, slowly moving up to find her breast and caressing it. She closes her eyes as she tries to cover a moan.
She opened her eyes to find a satisfied smile on my face.
My hand continues to caress her breast, and if she doesn't stop looking at me in such a surrendered way, I will have to kiss her.
So what?
I'm going to do it right now.
She's not pushing me away or trying to make me out, and she's kissing me just as hard as I am.
I let go of her wrists, and she quickly wraps her arms around my neck and holds my hair in a way I like when she does.
I want her closer and closer, so I lift her against the wall, causing her to spread her legs and wrap them around my body.
I lift her shirt higher and higher until she removes it herself by throwing it into a corner of the room.
Free access is given for my mouth to descend to her breasts, and she pulls on my hair while I work my tongue on the exposed skin that the bra doesn't cover.
We can't stay here in the room if we continue like this. Molly looks toward her bedroom door, and I carry her toward it.
... Molly...
That smile.
Damn dimpled smile.
This whole thing started because of those damn dimples in the smile.
He made me shut up with a kiss, which I found amusing despite my anger.
But as soon as he smiled, I remembered how that smile had always been my weak point, despite all the crap he had told me since I met him, and then anger took over me, and I just wanted to punch him.
I even tried, but I don't think I could even land a punch on him.
And here I am, being practically raped by him against this wall, and worst of all, it is the most incredible feeling I have recently felt.
I don't have many coherent words to say right now, so I point in the direction of my room.
I might even resist if he didn't do this thing he's doing with his tongue on my body.
A groan escapes my mouth, causing me to smile as we head toward my room.
He opens the door, and as we enter, he sets me down on the floor but still has his hands around my waist.