“I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you — they'll damn you.” — Heathcliff Earnshaw.
Blood drained from my face when my ears rang with the words Cole had put together to form a question which he asked Roulette. Oh my god. His jaw visibly clenched, his gaze hardening while a dangerous silence fell over the room. It looked like everyone here knew the matter with Jenna, or atleast a part of it.
“Pass.” He managed, gritting his teeth with a deep angry growl. Cold grey eyes flickered to meet my gaze, and I flinched. Blood rushed to my face, the temperature of the room going up a few degrees. I tore my eyes away from him, focusing on my drink. Drops of alcohol refused to go down my throat and I felt them settle down as stone at the pit of my stomach.
“Okay. A dare is headed your way. Decline, you throw a party. If you succeed, I throw the party. You know the rules.” Jesus Christ. What was he aiming at? Clearly he knew that the Jenna issue was a no go area. He had intentionally done this to throw him into completing a dare. He wanted Alexander to host another party, of course.
“Spill.”
Cole's innocent eyes peered to look up at me, his lips warping into a smirk against his whiskey glass. What was he playing at? Why was he looking at me like that? This was a game, and it didn’t go by my rules, which is why these unpredictable things got me so afraid. Because I didn’t hold the reins. Nor did anyone else. He threw his hands up in sheer delight, gulping the rest of his drink.
“Jeremy, I will need a refill.” He announced in a sardonic tone, after which the other man nodded stiffly, standing up to head over to the kitchen. Roulette was clearly irritated for being left hanging like that, and his brow stretched with anticipation.
“Oh, not now. Jer, sit down. After I give him the dare. You all can thank me later.” Wesley turned back to Cole again, abruptly sitting down. Adrian was as confused as the rest of us, and I saw him pass a puzzled look at Cole, who gave him a reassuring nod with a salacious wink.
“Alexander, get up. Toby, get up.” What was this? I was not supposed to be a part of this dare, was I? This was not good. Obediently Roulette stood up from the couch, confusion etching his features.
“Hey, fucker! Why are you making me a part of this dare?” I hollered in a wavering voice, clearly lacking the confidence which I generally possessed. He pressed a hand against his mouth in answer, preventing a laugh. “Oh, you are the fucker. I'm just doing this so that Alexander has less difficulty.” I narrowed my eyes to slits at this answer, glowering at him which clearly didn’t have any affect because he was giggling. Giving up, I helped myself to my feet.
“Better. Now, kiss Toby. Involve the tongue too, you know what they call it, yeah, french kiss.” My jaw went slack at the mere contemplation of his words, while I watched Adrian gape in horror and Jeremy's muscles went tense. Holy fuck.
“You got this, Cole. Time limit?” Wait, what? What had gotten into him? Was he going to kiss himself? Where was the part when he asked for my permission? Cole's eyebrows shot up at his easiness, and he slammed his hands on the table, making Wesley jump.
“Five minutes. Make out properly fellas.” He stuck up his right thumb as a sign of good luck, while I gaped at him, mouth almost hanging open at this statement. Five minutes!??!? Makeout? Was this a joke? Alexander wildly gazed at me, his eyes burning white hot.
“Start the stopwatch, Cole.” Roulette shrugged his shoulders, squaring them, his hand gripping the hem of my shirt. He wasn't the least bit fazed when he crashed his mouth on mine, pushing his tongue inside. Desire flooded in my veins, as I caught hold of his face, kissing him back. Soon enough, our tongues intertwined with eachother, exploring every inch of the other's mouth. My hands went from his face to his back, sliding under his t-shirt, caressing the smooth skin beneath.
He opened his mouth under mine, teeth clashing against each other, swapping spit. Shifting his leg between mine, he nibbled on my lower lip, while I slowly cursed, pressing my lips on his. “Fuck.”
We were gasping for breath, but none of us broke away. Instead, I deepened the kiss, shoving my tongue in his mouth as he quietly moaned. The kiss was aggressive, brimming with passion and desire for each other. My nails dug into either side of his spine, while he took this as a chance to suck on my lower lip. My head was spinning, but I found myself kissing him back moments later, and I felt his strong arms reaching to my back, pressing himself on me.
“That's it! Five minutes is up!”