Chapter 11: I kissed her

NOVA'S POV

My eyes squint a little the minute the cold breeze fans my face. There she is just staring into space.

"You shouldn't be out here, Castiello. Your a lot safer with them,"

Even in her tone, i can tell she's joking.

She wouldn't openly commit murder. Not with all those witnesses inside.

"Careful, Tinkerbell. You're threatening me with a good time,"

She chuckles. Turning her head to face me. Like she's trying to win a battle in her head about something.

"You seem tense. Are you...nervous?"

She teases.

"I'm intoxicated,"

I correct.

She raises herself. Takes a step towards me. She's testing me.

I don't move a muscle.

She takes more this time.

Her hand lifts to my face but I grab it gently to stop her.

"I can't blame the alcohol, Tinkerbell. Don't make me,"

A faint smile appears on her face.

She's enjoying this. Torturing me.

Mila calls out and she hesitates.

"I want you to show them to me, tonight,"

Her index finger traces one of breasts feeling my nipple harden at her touch.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Mila asks grabbing her bestfriend's arm and pulls her to herself.

"Ask your bestfriend. She's the one taking advantage of my situation,"

Sofia rolls her eyes but only I catch it.

Mila remains silent. For the first time she realises that I'm not the one she should be focusing her strict watch on.

"I'll see you later, Castiello,"

She says. I hope she doesn't.

"Sofia what are you on? Clearly you’ve had too much to drink," Mila pulls her inside.

Maybe she has. Or maybe she could only be this bold after drinking. I feel my eyelids lower.

I should call it a night.

I walk back inside and don't stop until I'm in my room. I still have to shower because it irritates me to not shower after a day outside.

My phone rings and this time I don't pick up.

I don't want to go to the party.

For some weird reason I want to see how far Sofia is going to take this.

I grab my towel and head to the bathroom that's across from my room.

I let out a heavy sigh when the door lock clicks.

When I'm done I make my way back to my room with Mila standing outside my door.

"What?"

"I gave Paolo and his boyfriend your room,"

"Where the fuck am i supposed to sleep?"

"Sofia's room. She suggested it," she says and I just cross my arms openly judging.

"You trust me to be in a room with her?"

"What's it to me that you're the one who needs saving and not her?"

She scoffs.

"Keep your horniness to yourself, Nova. I mean it," she warns before disappearing into her room. I walk over to her room knocking gently before making my way in in my towel.

The room is empty but the bathroom door is closed. I grab my tshirt from her open closet and a pair of pajama pants similar to mine.

If she's mad enough she won't openly flirt.

I fall on her bed and instantly feel the cozyness of the matress. I never want to sleep in mine again.

My eyes close immediately letting the alcohol left in my system rest.

I hear the toilet flushes before the door opens.

No yelling nor remarks.

The side of the bed sinks a little letting me know that she's next to me.

"If i kiss you, you probably wont even feel it," she mumbles but loud enough for me to hear. I fight the urge to have my eyes closed. Does she think I'm deeply asleep?

I feel her hot breath fanning my face realising how deceiving all this is.

She cant kiss me.

The only thing keeping me away from her is her untainted life. If we ever cross that line she'll hate me more than she ever thought possible.

"This is too much,Tinkerbell. Even for me,"I say opening my eyes to her face so closse to mine.

She pulls away.

Not embarrased, but aware.

She was doing something that scared her too.

"I'll sleep on the couch," I offer.

"Stay. I'll keep my lips to myself," she chuckles nervously. She stutters slightly, reminding me that she's human.

That she's so clueless of how bad my world is.

"Tinkerbell?" I call out to her with her back facing me now. She rolls over, her bold eye contact gone and replaced with her eyes focusing on the tshirt I have on.

This will haunt me.

I pull her chin up, before leaning in. My lips pressed against hers.

A simple kiss wouldn't hurt.

Friends do it all the time.

Except this one makes the thud in my chest slow with each second I don't pull away.

My hand disappears under the covers, pulling her to me by her waist.

A gasp lets out. The kiss deepens and she takes it.

She rests her hand on the back of my neck pulling it to hers.

When we pull apart, it's only to catch our breaths.

Fuck!

I kissed her. And it felt far more exciting and wrong, but rightfully wrong if grammar stood a chance.

"You kissed every girl like that?" She asks, in her usual tone. She's making it comfortable again.

"I don't kiss girls. I fuck them,"

I've never told anyone that.

But I want her to know.

I've only shared my lips with one other person. Kissing is something personal to me to be included in sex if it's just casual.

"You don't have to brush my ego. I liked it,"

Her voice is softer, gentler and reassuring.

I let the silence after win and she turns her night light off.

The natural light fills the room and I can see why she picked this room.

I remember the dare. One i agreed to because i knew Sofia hates me. I was so certain she'd be aware of my games and avoid them. But she plays them so well i forgot that i created them.

There's a knock on the door, but she's already asleep and its hours ago when the kiss happened. I get off the bed, careful, not to wake her.

"Your phone keeps going off,"

Paolo hisses groggily.

I take it from him and he walks back the room like he had been sleep walking.

The 15 missed calls from dad are enough to make sleeping optional and right now it's not one. I take one last look at the girl I just kissed and it terrified me because of how alive i felt.

The butterflies never lie.

I grab my keys from the key collection and make my way out. If I don't take myself to my dad then he'll come to me, and one look at everyone in that room would have him plotting on their downfalls.

I try calling him but he doesn't pick up. I try calling my mom and she doesn't pick up either.

It's pathetic isn't it?

The fear of my father's missed calls.

Not because he's intimidating but because he plays games with people's lives.

People that I care about.