***Chapter Fifty-Eight***
The next afternoon, I was in my dorm typing up the rest of this paper. My mind kept wondering about this tour thing after talking about it. There isn't a chance it'll happen any time soon, but the thought alone scares me. Not being able to see Drew for so long would take a toll on me. We weren't even dating, and it'll still kill me. The hold he had on me was too much to bear. Keegan was right, we do have a lot of sexual tension. Getting it out should help, right?
Just like that, a knock on the door disturbs my thoughts. I wasn't expecting anyone and that should have been my clue right there. Drew stood outside my doorway with a big smile on his face. His green eyes looked brighter than ever. I'm always happy to see him but never knew what he could be up to. This time, it wasn't anything bad though it was still unexpected.
Letting him in Drew makes himself comfortable on my bed before I go to sit near him on the edge. With everything going on, I didn't want to get too close to him. I'm not sure if I'd be able to contain myself if we were any closer. My body craved every inch of him in ways that weren't even explainable to me.
Resting his hands behind his head, Drew never dropped that smile as he spoke to me. "Hey Annabelle," his smile makes my heart melt every time he flashes it my way.
"Hey Drew. What made you come here?" I asked him.
He sits up. "I finished reading your draft," that shocked me. "It's amazing! The story, the characters, the lore...you're very talented."
I blushed looking away from him. I wasn't expecting him to like it. "Thanks, it's still a work-in-progress," I downplay. "I appreciate you reading it."
"Of course, I think you could truly go far if you keep at it." He compliments.
It's what I wanted to do for sure. One day I'll be a bestseller while he's everyone's favorite frontman. I could only imagine the headlines we would get if we were a couple. The two things we wanted to do were so different, but both were creative. Hearing that he genuinely liked what I had written made me feel confident. That is a theme with him.
I'm sure that's not the only reason he came here though. Knowing Drew, he wouldn't show up just to tell me that one trivial piece of information. I've come to know him a lot better than that over the last 2 months. Whenever Drew came to see me, it wasn't just for idle chit-chat. Even though that wouldn't be a problem for me. I love talking to Drew. There was always more when it came to him.
Smiling, I inch a little closer to him. "Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?" I query.
"Not exactly," he says before turning to me. "Is there anything on your mind?"
There was a lot on my mind thanks to Kayla mentioning how they'll be gone if they do get famous. Once that happens, who knows what our relationships would be like. It wouldn't shock me if they forgot about all of us. That's not what I want to happen though. I especially don't want Drew to forget me. Nor do I wish to be apart. We weren't dating, but I still felt something real. Something we'll get in trouble for.
My eyes shift to my lap as my fingers fidget around. "The girls and I were talking...and there was a great point brought up."
Drew shifts in his spot. "Okay...what is it?" He waits for me to answer.
"What if you guys do get famous? You'll have to travel a lot and you know, not be around as much." I rambled a bit. "I don't know. I'm worried that all of this will die out if you leave."
His eyes had this intense gaze to them that was hard to read. It's impossible to read Drew and his face now didn't help. What was he thinking? Did I say something so stupid that he was trying not to laugh in my face? My worries were irrational since he wasn't my boyfriend or anything of the sort. Sharing my feelings with Drew has become a lot easier and sharing that didn't seem like a bad idea. Now, I'm starting to rethink.
Drew never leaves me hanging for long as his warm smile takes over his face once more. He scoots even closer to me resting his arm on his knee. The way he was able to capture me in him was like no other. My concern was valid as I'd never be able to part with this. I'll miss everything about him and then some.
Running his fingers through my hair, he shakes his head with a slight chuckle. "There's no need to worry about that right now, Annabelle." He brushes it off.
"Why not? I think it's a very valid concern," I tried to press him to answer me.
He chuckles again, slipping his hand around my cheek. "Because I don't care if we're 2 miles apart or a thousand..." he inches closer to my face. Our lips are minutes away from connecting. "I'll never stop thinking about you." He whispers.
After he said his words, I found myself falling over him to get to those beautiful pink lips. He had a way with words that just eat at you until you finally crack. It could be that I'm hopelessly in love with him. Everything he says gets me feeling things I can't feel with anybody else. He was my weakness but my strength all in one. Without Drew, my college experience wouldn't be as enthralling as it has been.
Things only continue to escalate as I feel him grab underneath me to sit on his lap. Our lips never part as he moves back to lean against the wall. My fingers rummage through his hair as he slips his tongue into my mouth. This is the most heated our kiss has been in a long time. Both of our hands explore each other like wild animals. I'm not sure what came over me, but I wanted more. So much more that I pulled my shirt off as Drew followed suit with his own.
The air around us changed and I could feel this moving in a direction that I've been avoiding for quite some time now. The last time we had anything close to a sexual encounter was that time in his car. This time we were in my dorm in the middle of the afternoon. There was a bed and two people with their shirts off. It was no time like the present and if I'm going to give up something I rather it be to Drew.
We stop our animal-like kisses, resting our foreheads against one another. Our breaths are heavy as he holds me close. The last position I expected us to be in was this, but you could never say never.
Gulping, Drew's eyes shoot open to look at my face. "Are you sure you want to do this, Annabelle? It's not necessary," he says between breaths.
Breathing just as heavily, my head nods. "I'm sure, Drew. I just want you." I'm more desperate than anything.
He chuckles, with a lick of his lips. "How about we move slowly?" He suggests.
I loved his caution with me. "Okay...what's slow?" I say confused.
He looks down before looking up again. "I can show you better than tell if you let me," he bites his lips, tugging at the button on my pants.
He was asking permission and of course, I didn't say no. The button comes undone as he lifts me a little. His lips connect with mine once more before trailing kisses down my neck and against my collarbone. Every little one leaves this tingling sensation through my body. Even more so when he starts sucking around those same spots. If he weren't careful, he'd leave a mark. I think that's what he was aiming for.
That's not the shocking part. The shocking part was that as he was doing that, his hand started to slide into my pants. Once he makes it down far enough, I can feel his thumb start to move in a circular motion. The weirdest sensation started to wash over me as my lips couldn't help but make a whimper sound. This was all brand new to me and Drew knew that. Which is why he was taking his time adding two more fingers to the equation.
He starts slowly trying to get them to slide inside me. His thumb keeps with the circles as my voice continues to flow in his ear. After a couple more strokes, it happens, and I cave into him. Even though I knew it was happening, it was still unexpected. My body reacted in the most joyous of ways. I almost didn't think I could handle it.
Drew wouldn't rush, walking me through the entire process. "Okay baby, are you ready?" He asks, stopping his previous motion.
I look at him nervously but craving for him to continue. Yet slightly confused. "Ready for what?"
He smirks. "Ready to release on me?" He says that like I'm supposed to understand. "I'll start slow like always, but it'll get a little faster."
Taking a deep breath, I nod my head in agreement ready for him to please me in any capacity. He does just as he says, starting slow. His two fingers move up and down slowly while his thumb continues its circular motion. My arms are wrapped around his neck as my back arches just a bit. Soft moans are escaping my mouth while I feel Drew smile against me.
Next thing I know, his fingers go at a faster pace as the noises coming out of my mouth become louder. My grip on him became tighter as my legs began to clench up. Drew doesn't let up, going even faster as I cry out with such immense pleasure. My body starts to jolt as Drew's other arm wraps around me to keep me stable. My legs were vibrating in a way I never knew they could. Is this what sexual interaction felt like? It was amazing!
His fingers come from out of my pants as he now rests both his hands around my waist. My head rests on his chest as I start to calm down ever so slowly. This being my first authentic experience only left me wanting more than fingers next time. Drew knew what he was doing, and I wanted to experience it all.
As my head rests on his chest, Drew leaves a small kiss on my forehead leaving me wrapped in his arms. "Did you enjoy it?" He asks me.
I nod, lifting my head to look into his eyes. "I feel...amazing but exhausted," I admit.
He laughs. "That happens," he says with a smile.
My lips purse. "But what about you? I mean, I don't know a lot but that couldn't be pleasuring for you."
His hand cups my face, leaning toward me again. "Pleasuring you is enough for me. Honest."
This time he kisses me with less hunger and more passion like the other times. We leave our tongues out embracing this moment whilst still having our shirts off. This connected us on a different level than I was expecting. This was bound to happen at some point but there was this underlying factor that we may have crossed a line that should not have been crossed. This was more than simple kissing. We were moving into a territory I'm not sure either of us wanted to be in.
As much fun as this was, what we didn't account for was it being the middle of the afternoon. My worst fear unlocked when the door swung open with eyes falling directly on us. So, not the best time or place to be doing the unthinkable.
"What the actual fuck!"