I walked the few steps to his room from mine, knocking quietly on his bedroom door. I heard him on the other side of the door. I watched the handle with bated breath, waiting for him to open it.
“Darcey,” he whispered, surprise on his face.
My eyes trawled down his body, his black shirt was undone and open fully, his tattoos spilling out. He still had his jeans on and he looked delectable. His toned stomach was so defined. It wasn’t hard to make out underneath all his tattoos. My eyes studied the woman tattoo he had over most of his torso. I cocked my head then realised I had to speak.
“I… err...” I stammered. “I just wanted to say thanks, again.”
Such a cop out.
“Did you?” A trace of a smile appeared on his lips, knowing he had caught me out.
“Mmhmm.” I nodded, crossing my arms across my chest, suddenly embarrassed.
“Okay then, well… you’re welcome,” he said, still smiling as he took a step back before he started pushing the door shut.
“Wait,” I called out.
“Yes?” he said in a snarky manner.
“Can I come in?” My eyes were wide as I stared into his, my heart thumping so hard in my chest.
“You may.” His gorgeous smile grew bigger, revealing his perfect white teeth. It wasn’t fair, he shouldn’t be allowed to be this hot. He stepped back, pulling his bedroom door open wider for me to squeeze past him.
I walked in sheepishly, feeling uneasy all of a sudden. He walked over to his bed, sitting himself down.
“Come over, I don’t bite.” A small smirk graced his face, his eyes hazy.
I walked over to him, closing the gap between us and sitting on the end of his bed. “Sorry for just turning up.”
“That’s okay,” he muttered, his eyes on mine. “I wasn’t doing much anyway, just listening to some music.” His eyes flitted to his phone.
“What were you listening to?” I asked, tucking my legs under me, trying to peer over at his phone. He grabbed it then pulled it close to his chest. “Oh, I don’t know...” he teased.
“Come on,” I said, laughing then batting my eyelashes at him. “For me… Please?” I tried to beg, edging towards him, my arm darting out under my blanket quickly, my hand trying to grab his phone.
He pushed his phone above his head as my hand just touched it, and losing my balance, I fell onto him. His body tensed, his breathing quickened.
I didn’t move, my eyes locked on him.
My heart was drumming in my chest.
I pushed my hands off his chest as I sat up, tucking my hair behind my ear and pulling my eyes from him, looking at his bed duvet.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“For what?” His voice was low and soft.
“For what just happened.”
“Nothing happened.” He slowly moved his arm down, holding his phone out for me to look at. My heart did a happy dance when I saw the song by Second Hand Serenade, “Fall For You.”
“I love that song,” I said quietly, playing with the label on my blanket.
“I know you do.” He smiled at me. “I love it too.”
I couldn’t deny the pull between us, I always had a thing for him, but the hate always masked my true feelings, but things seem to have shifted between us. And I’m sure he felt it too.
He moved from the bed, walking towards his ensuite.
“Just going to get changed,” he said quietly, throwing his phone on the bed. “Won’t be a sec.” He smiled as he disappeared.
Once the door was shut, I let out my held breath then fell down onto his bed consuming his scent. I laid with my eyes pinned to the ceiling.
What the hell was I doing here?
What was I expecting to happen, really?
He was the most popular guy in school, the fucking king. Would he really want to be spending his evening with me? The loner, the nerd, the grunge.
My subconscious was making me doubt myself, making me feel small and unsure if this was the right idea. I decided to get up and go back to my room. I groaned as I pulled myself up, wrapping my blanket around my frame and standing up when I heard his ensuite door open. Too late.
“Where you going?” he asked, rubbing his hand through his thick, brown hair.
He looked phenomenal.
He had a large grey vest on, the neck-line crew cut and sitting just above his pecs, hanging down over his cotton black shorts. My eyes marvelled at his tattoos, I loved every single one of them. He was like a piece of art, he was beautiful.
“I… erm… I was going to head back to my room,” I confessed, kicking my slippers together.
“Why?” His eyes narrowed on me, quizzing me, but also looking a little stunned.
“I just… I don’t know. I just didn’t think you would want to spend your evening with me...” My voice trailed off as I bored my eyes into his light, green eyes. They were intoxicating.
“And why wouldn’t I want to spend the night with you, Darcey?” he asked, stalking over to me.
His eyes drew up and down my body, the heat burning through to my soul. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He stood in front of me, looking down at me as I now looked at my feet.
He made me feel intimidated.
I saw his hand move to my face, his fingers softly grabbing my chin and bringing my face up to look at him, my eyes studying his face.
“Because...” I said in barely a whisper, the air being knocked out of my lungs from his stare.
“Because?” he repeated, his eyes penetrated into mine then moved down to my mouth as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “You know nothing.”
I went to respond but was stopped as his lips crashed onto mine.
My heart exploded into a thousand pieces inside my chest.
His hand was still on my chin, as if he was trying to keep me in place. My hands clung to my blanket, covering me. His lips were soft but harsh on mine, and he slipped his expert tongue into my mouth, massaging tentatively.
His mouth was rough, but in a good way. It was like he couldn’t help himself, like he couldn’t restrain himself with me.
I felt myself relax into him as our tongues continued to stroke one another in our slow, long anticipated kiss.
He was making sure I remembered this moment.
His hand moved from my chin to cup my face as he slowed his tongue before pecking me on the lips then pulling away, his eyes closed, his breathing harsh. Panic shot through me.
Did he regret it?
I let go of the blanket, moving my fingers to trail along my lips, tracing the feel of them as I looked at his face, his eyes dark and brooding.
We stood like that for a moment, I was frozen to the spot.
I couldn’t believe the first boy to put their lips on mine was Conor Royce.
His big hands moved round my waist, pulling me into him, then they skimmed up my body as he pushed my blanket off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“Don’t ever put yourself down, do you understand me?” he said in a firm tone.
I couldn’t speak, just nodded. I had lost my voice. The feel of his hands on me set fireworks off deep inside me, my skin alight. His arms wrapped around me as he picked me up effortlessly, one of his arms under my legs, the other round my back as he walked me over to his bed before placing me down and pushing me over to the other side. He climbed in next to me, then draped his arm across me and pulled me into him.