Genre: Angst, slight smut
Warnings: underage drinking, smoking, sexual themes, alcohol, drugs, partying, language, cross-faded, intoxication, abuse of substance
"I am melting out here." I drag my complaint out to the blonde next to me. Her turquoise eyes turn to me with amusement. Sweat beats down her temple as she smiles. "Yeah, it's hotter than Hades ballsack."
Even though I'm in shorts that barely cover my behind and a spaghetti strap crop top that shows the entirety of my stomach, sweat still covers every inch of my skin. I haven't even been dancing that much tonight but it feels like I've been moving nonstop. Florida heat ain't no joke and the loud tunes from the speakers only make the hot air feel more excruciating.
Sabrina is clad in much similar clothing as me but her ivory skin is flushed with red as wet droplets race down her neck. "I don't know how Monica is still dancing." She chortles. "She's like a feral animal."
I smirk. "Yeah, I think she stole all the energy when we were in the womb together." Even though I joke, I know I can be as energetic as her when the time comes. The only reason why I'm off to the side is because I'm not nearly as intoxicated or have a boyfriend to grind on like she does.
"Well, Akaashi seems to be enjoying her." Sabrina mutters.
I look at the crowd that's forming around my twin sister. Her caramel skin is drenched in sweat but a smile is plastered along her plump lips. The tight black coils we share bounce as her body moves to the beat of the song that's playing. They bounce so freely it's like they have a mind of their own.
Her eyes are shut momentarily but when they flutter open, her autumn eyes are revealed. They're slightly red from the alcohol and weed she's been consuming but they still gleam with excitement. Her barely covered bottom is pressed against her boyfriend's crotch as his arms are wrapped around her waist. They grind and twerk together without a single care for the crowd that is hyping them up.
Even though we are identical twins, I've always thought Monica was more beautiful. Maybe it's the way she's unconditionally herself, or maybe it's because she has a refined sense of humor—maybe it's simply because I lack the confidence, regardless she's always been more beautiful. Mama always tells us we're equally beautiful, but I think that's a lie. It's evident in the way I'm off in the corner sulking.
"You should join her." Sabrina nudges me. My round eyes scowl at her. "Has the heat gotten to you that bad? There's no way I'm joining."
Sabrina's straight lips curl into a grin. I roll my eyes at her amusement, she loves to see me embarrassed. "Come on, you're just as sexy as Monica. I don't know why you act like you aren't."
"Because I'm not," I mumble under my breath. "It's too hot for that," I say louder. "And I'd rather not melt my face off." I joke to stray away from my insecurities.
I don't know how I have the same body as Monica but can't flaunt it like she does. We both have big breasts that we struggle to fit into bras, wide hips that plenty of girls crave, and voluptuous butts that every guy in Florida dreams of holding. Monica shows hers off by wearing tight shirts and pants while I shun my away under baggy pants and oversized shirts and hoodies. Tonight is one of the few nights I let my body show, but that's only because I didn't want to die from heatstroke.
"Veronica, don't use the heat as an excuse." I look up at Sabrina when I hear her sharp tone. "It could be the perfect temperature and you'd still be off to the side instead of broadcasting the hot body you own." She switches to a sulking tone. "I'm jealous you know. I'm skinnier than a lamppost."
I bite back my giggle. Between Monica and me, Sabrina does look like a lamppost.
"But I want you to stop being so insecure." She resumes her older sister tone. "You're truly beautiful and I want you to start acting like that."
When I met her glaring eyes, I look at my sandals in the sand. Sabrina isn't the type to be disappointed often, so when I see disappointment reflecting in her eyes I can't help but look away.
"Bri...." I stutter. "Don't worry about it. I'll gain my confidence eventually." I mutter as I look back at Monica who has her hands on her knees as her butt bounces on Akaashi's groin. My lips form an "ou" but no sound comes out. My body stiffens when I see a familiar standing in my peripheral.
I didn't think I could get any hotter but I do. My crush since 8th grade is shirtless with black cargo shorts hugging his waist. All the moisture in my throat evaporates into the beating air. I'm not even directly looking at him, but I can see his sculpted abs glistening from the rays of the moon and sweat. His biceps and triceps contract when he lifts his red Styrofoam cup to his lips. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs as he downs whatever is in his cup, probably beer.
I shutter when the substance leaves wetness on his pink lips. Those pink lips plague my brain on a daily. I think about how soft they'd be to touch. I think about how they'd feel on my skin if he were to leave a trail of wet kisses. I wonder how they'd feel on my lips and how his tongue would roam every inch of my gaping mouth. Lastly, I think about how they'd feel sucking on the muscle between my legs.
The thought has me gripping onto Sabrina's arm.
"Girl—what are you—" She stops when she sees my panicked expression. Sabrina has been around Monica and I long enough to know when a crush is nearby. She skims the area before her ocean eyes land on the brute boy minding his business. When did he even get there? I could have sworn I saw him and his friends on the other side of the beach. He's alone which is odd. Koutaro Bokuto is known to have an entourage attached to him at all times.
A mischievous grin forms on Sabrina's face. I can already predict what she's thinking. "Sabrina. Don't even think—-"
Sabrina frantically waves her arms catching the male's attention. I shoot a look of pure poison at Sabrina. Murder isn't even the proper action to describe what I want to do to her.
My knees wobble when he half turns in our direction. His golden hues seem much brighter as the moonlight cascades onto his flawless face. I'm breathless by the way his sweat glistens in the light. He pinches his gray browns at us and it's so sexy that it should be illegal. Once he deceivers who we are he saunters over.
My nerves race inside my body as I watch his every step closely. Despite my fighting, I'm trapped in a trace as I watch him move. His muscles move effortlessly with his body and I find my heartbeat erratic as his bold eyes bounce between Sabrina and I.
"Hey, you two" I flinch at his deep voice invading my personal space. I don't know if it's because of the atmosphere of the night but his voice seems to cut deeper into me than usual. "Are you two enjoying yourselves?"
When he's looking at Sabrina, I take a moment to look up at him. His silky salt-and-pepper hair is starting to fall across his forehead. It's an unfamiliar sight to behold. Normally his hair is lathered in gel as it sticks up at the top of his head. I guess he's been sweating too much that it's starting to come down. The front strands of his hair hang low, barely covering his eyes making him look more desirable.
"Yeah," I choke out. "But I kind of want to leave."
The late summer air is starting to feel overwhelming. It only adds to my frustration. I'm frustrated that I'm the uglier twin. With Bokuto standing so close, it only makes that more apparent to me. He's out of my league and I have no chance of being with him.
"What?" Sabrina glances at her phone. "It's barely 10:30. You want to go home already?"
When Bokuto's light hues land on me, I jerk my head to the side. "I didn't say I want to go home," I clarify while shaking my head. "I just want to leave."
I don't want to go home. All I'll do is sulk in my sheets and cry myself to sleep. But I don't have any other place to go. I could go to Sabrina's but I don't want to deal with her younger brother who thinks he has a chance with me.
I can't even go home even if I wanted to. Monica drove us here and I know Akaashi will drive her back to his place. I don't mind spending the night at his place, but I'd rather not hear Monica's moans through the wall.
"I want to leave too." Bokuto's distinct voice cuts through my thoughts. I hold my breath to look at him momentarily. There isn't a hint of sarcasm in his eyes which surprises me.
Bokuto is the life of the party wherever he goes. He could go to a party not knowing anyone and leave with the hearts of everyone. His boisterous personality draws people in and his charisma keeps them from leaving. He's the definition of an extrovert, having no problem displaying himself in front of a group. He's reckless and his friends are the ones that have to drag him away from a party. Him wanting to leave on his own is truly unheard of.
I want to ask him why but his blazing eyes have my lips sealed. Not only that, but he seems agitated. The usual spark in his eyes is replaced with restlessness. Like there's an ongoing war happening in his mind and he's desperately trying to escape. The lines next to and underneath his eyes tell me that he's exhausted which is a contrast to how I saw him twenty minutes ago drinking with his best friends.
Even though there's barely any light, I can see the raging storm in his eyes.
"You don't live far from here, right?" Sabrina interjects with a smirk. I swear I'm going to have her head sometime this week.
Bokuto nods causing a few more strands of hair to fall. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and releases a heavy sigh. The more and more his hair deflates, more anxious he becomes.
"Yeah," He responds flatly. "I do."
My organs halt when his eyes flicker to me. "Do you want to come to my house? I can take you home whenever you want." He offers.
My mouth literally drops. Sabrina stifles her laugh and plays it off as a cough. I'm frozen by his words and I swear my heart has stopped. I've been to his house once a year ago but that doesn't even count. I stayed in the car while Akaashi retrieved whatever he left at Bokuto's house, I think it was a charger--anyways, the thought of being alone with him sends my breath into overdrive.
I almost decline but some unknown force pulls out an 'okay' against my will.
Nodding at my approval, Bokuto gestures his head toward the crowd. "Come on, let's grab my shirt and go." He turns and I mindlessly follow after him. I look back at Sabrina who is grinning and waggling her eyebrows at me.
'You got this girl.' She mouths earning an eye roll from me.
I continue to follow behind Bokuto until we are at the edge of the crowd. His back is refined and I almost reach my hand out to glide my fingers across his smooth skin. It's obvious that he keeps his shape intact by the way his muscles protrude from underneath his skin. I guess it's the body that comes with being one of the top volleyball players in the country.
I stop moving when we reach the start of the crowd. Sweaty, drunk, and horny teenagers are jumping and screaming creating a mosh pit on the beach. I loathe navigating through crowds, especially crowds like these. I normally latch onto Sabrina or Monica as they take the lead but it would be awkward for me to do that with Bokuto.
Sensing my hesitation, Bokuto glances in my direction. I curl my toes at the intensity embedded in his stare. He faces the crowd again and I look down at his fingers. They're motioning for me to come closer and order me to place my hand in his. I don't know how I went from sulking about how I'll never be with him to placing my fingertips into his palm.
Every electron in my body ignites when our skins collide with each other. His warmth sends chills down my arms and suddenly the scorching air feels frozen. He grips my hand and tugs me close. I can smell the cedar from his cologne mixed with the beer from his cup. It's an intoxicating smell making me feel drunk even though I had a sip of Sabrina's beer earlier.
"Don't let go." Bokuto orders and I sheepishly pipe out an 'okay'.
We plunge into the flock of teens and he guides our every step. We push against people but I don't feel their sweat on my body at all. All I can feel is the tiny connection Bokuto and I share with our fingers. Even though people are screeching into my ear, I can only hear the rapid beat of my heart. Kids surround me, but they all fade to black as I focus on the handsome boy in front of me.
I never really looked at him from behind; especially not this close, but it's starting to become my favorite thing.
After fighting against the crowd, we finally emerge on the other side. I take a breath of fresh air realizing how difficult it was to breathe in the cluster of people. I begin to slip my hand from his but he grips me back in. I look at the back of his hand with surprise coating my eyes.
He wants to hold my hand?
He continues to lead until we walk up to his group of friends. They're all sitting in the sand; some hold blunts in their hands, some hold drinks. I recognize all of them as I've shared classes with them over the years. I've always felt intimidated by Bokuto's friend group even though Monica is a part of it. She is dating Bokuto's best friend.
The long ravennette opens one eye at his name being called. He's laying in the sand with his girlfriend resting on top of his broad chest. Gabby and Kuroo have been a couple for as long as I can remember. They've been labeled as 'Bonnie & Clyde' as their dates oftentimes contain them indulging in illegal activities. They both just got off probation recently.
"What?" He responds irritated from being woken.
"Where is my shirt?" Bokuto replies back with the same irritable tone.
Kuroo opens his other eye and shifts the attention to the male to the left of him. "Sugawara is using it as a pillow." He tells him before shutting his eyes and drifting back into his slumber.
Bokuto moves toward Sugawara whose also sleeping like Kuroo. His girlfriend, Maya sits next to his head as she plays with his dark hair. Her glossy eyes seem to be disconnected. She's drunk I conclude when I see bottles next to her. Maya is known to be a feen for alcohol while her boyfriend can't seem to abide by the law. I remember being shocked when his natural gray hair was dyed black after spending a year in juvie. I was even more shocked when I heard Maya stayed with him the whole time.
Bokuto nudges Sugawara's foot to wake him. "Give me my shirt." He demands dryly.
Sugawara's dark hazel eyes flutter open. "Why? It's a nice pillow." His groggy voice says.
A boy's voice presses from the left of Sugawara. Iwaizumi, a light-skinned boy with brown spikey hair and piercings has his eyebrow raised at Bokuto. Dixie, his girlfriend, sits in his lap and mimics Iwaizumi’s expression at me with bloodshot red eyes. I don't know too much about these two. That's mainly because they never appear at school but are present at every party that's thrown. I only ever hear about them through Monica.
"What!?" A wild female voice hollers from the left of Kuroo. A light-skinned girl with a flushed face and arms wrapped around a skinny blonde boy glares at Bokuto. "You're so boring!! The partttyyyy is just getting starttttedddd."
Michelle and Tsukishima are the only freshmen in the entirety of Anglewood Highschool that have the privilege of hanging with seniors. Especially with seniors as notorious as this bunch. Tsukishima's parents give him a lot of money so he's the one who funds when the group wants to do something. And Michelle...well...she's a drug addict...at the age of 14.
This group is truly dysfunctional and I scolded Monica for becoming a part of it. But I trust her to make smart decisions and threatened Akaashi that if something were to happen to her, he can kiss his balls goodbye.
"You're annoyingly loud, Michelle." Bokuto snaps. "Kindly shut up."
Michelle responds by raising both her middle fingers at him I don't even register it though. I'm too busy focusing on the pool that dripped between my legs at the tone of Bokuto's voice. I know it's wrong to admit but he's so hot when he's mad. His hair is completely down now and I wonder why he doesn't wear it down more often.
"What's up with you?" Kuroo questions. "No need to get snappy."
"Buzz off," Bokuto mutters to his best friend.
"Whyyyy arreee yoouuu wittth Kaashi's girllll?" Maya slurs her words as her eyes gaze upon me. "He gonn beat you up for thattt." She laughs over her words.
"Dummy," Gabby rises her head and laughs with Maya. "That's Moni's twin, Veronica."
Maya and Gabby topple over with laughter at Maya's mistake. Tears roll down their cheeks as they find mistaking me for Monica the most hilarious thing on the planet. It stings my pride but it wouldn't be the first. I hide my embarrassment by shying behind Bokuto. I don't know why but their laughter makes a lump form in my throat.
Bokuto glances behind and scowls when he sees my shy eyes looking at the sand. He looks back at his friends and glares at the two girls. He lets go of my hand and I almost cry at the empty feeling that washes over me.
He angrily shuffles his feet in the sand as he walks between Sugawara and Kuroo. He bends down and harshly swipes his black t-shirt from Sugawara's head. I hear him grumble a swear word as he does.
"Hey!" Sugawara shouts as he sits up. "What's your problem?" Sugawara rises to his feet and stands in front of Bokuto. "Mad that you couldn't bang Monica so you have to go for her lame twin instead!?"
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, you'll only prove his point. I swallow the enormous lump in my throat and clench my fists. I know everyone saw me as the lame twin but hearing it cuts to my core. The little confidence I gained when Bokuto's hand was attached to mine disappears into thin air.
I'm not sad for long before Bokuto's fist is flying through the air. It's centimeters away from connecting to Sugawara's jaw before it's yanked away. Kuroo is swift with his movements as he pulls Bokuto away from Sugawara.
"What the f—" Kuroo curses as Bokuto struggles against his hold. "What is wrong with you, Bokuto!?"
Bokuto breaks from Kuroo's grasp. Maybe if Kuroo wasn't inebriated and high, that wouldn't have happened. Instead of throwing another punch at the juvenile, he turns on his heels and heads for me. My muscles tense when I feel the raging heat surrounding his body. I want to touch him to calm him down but I'm scared I'll get burned.
"Let's go." His tight order has me jumping in my skin. He grabs my wrist and I brace myself for the roughness but it never comes. He's pissed but he handles me with care. He doesn't yank me along, instead, he patiently waits for me to move.
It's so minuscule but it summons butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he was going to fight his close friend for my sake has me blushing on the inside and out.
The walk to Bokuto's house is only 10 minutes but it felt like an eternity. He didn't utter a single word to me. He just kept the lead while his hand stayed intertwined with mine. I wanted to ask what he's so irritated about but my voice is locked away in my throat. I wanted to ask why he defended me. We've only talked a few of times before but that isn't enough reason to throw punches at a close friend for my sake.
Bokuto lives in a lovely beach house on the coast of Panama City Beach. It's in a relatively wealthy area. It's clear his family has money and I wonder why he attends such a trashy school like Anglewood.
The house has the beach as its front yard and from the way it's so quiet, I think his family owns this section of the beach. I'm jealous. I love feeling the grainy sand between my toes as the waves crash against each other. Monica is terrified of the ocean but I love it.
We step inside and he immediately turns on the lights. I gaze upon the various modern decorations and furniture that take up space, making the house feel full. The white and blue theme is scattered across the house reflecting in the couch cushions, the rug, and the ornaments on the walls. When I walk deeper into the house, I see family photos hung on the white-painted walls.
Bokuto has two older sisters but I've never seen what they look like until now. There's a portrait of the three smiling into the camera. I'm assuming the oldest, stands in the middle with Bokuto to her right and the other sister to her left. The eldest has hair white as snow in contrast to the middle sister whose hair is black as night. Bokuto's hair is a perfect mixture of theirs. They all share the same angular eyes with royal hues.
Next to that photo is their parents. The oldest sister shares their mom's pale hair color. It's so white that it looks bleached and transparent. She has a skinny build but she stands tall. Her sharp slanted eyes look foreign to me as they weren't inherited by her kids. Her strong jawline is being held high and her lips are pursed into a straight line. She didn't bother smiling for the photo at all. She outshines her husband who stands next to her with a somber expression. His hair is midnight black and his angular eyes are a direct copy of his children.
Everything about this couple screams money. They were born into it and would fight to the death to keep it. I glance around the house once more before looking back at the parent's photo. Even though their house is open and welcoming, nothing about them feels that way.
I look in front of me at Bokuto whose standing at the entrance of the living room. Bokuto is full of energy and excitement, but his parents are seem so...boring.
"I'm going to wash my hair," he says blankly. "My bedroom is upstairs; it's the last room to the left. You can play whatever you want on the TV. If you're hungry, you can eat what you want from the kitchen." He tells me before disappearing down a hallway.
I question why he immediately directed me to his bedroom instead of offering me the living room. Then I remember how uptight his parents looked. If they were to come home and smell weed and alcohol on their furniture, they'd lose it.
Not feeling for any food, I follow Bokuto's directions to his bedroom. I inhale deeply before I push it open. My nerves come alive as I step into my crushes room for the first and probably the last time. I flick on the light switch and gasp when I breathe in the air.
It smells just like him in here. It's like he's morphed into the air and is all around me. The perfect mixture of cedar and cinnamon lingers in the atmosphere almost bringing me to my knees. His walls are painted orange—which I find ugly, but it's hard to see underneath the wall decorations.
Volleyball trophies and medals hang on his wall. Volleyball truly is his passion, the evidence is in how he displays his achievements and has famous volleyball player posters on his walls. A dark wood dresser is in front of his bed and on top of it is a large flat-screen TV. His room is a little messy with clothes and random stuff sprawled on the floor but I don't hold it against him. He's a teenage boy after all.
When I look upon his bed, a fluttering feeling captures my body. It's a dark wood king-sized bed with dark blue sheets draping from it. The duvet is pulled down and it doesn't look like it's touched often. I smile to myself. He's like me and sleeps without it. Monica says I'm weird for it but I feel suffocated under them. I only sleep with a soft thin blanket and it seems like Bokuto does the same.
I want to fall onto his bed and wrap myself in his sheets. I want to hold what he holds every night close to my body. My imagination spirals; I wonder what he would do if he saw me touching myself on his bed. I know that's terrible to think but the thought of him seeing me that way gets me going.
I won't do it though, I'm too scared.
I walk to his bed and press myself against the sheets. His mattress is soft like a bag of feathers. It's the type of mattress that you sink into as it wraps itself around you and soothes your tense muscles. I wonder how many girls he's brought into this bed. How many girls he's screwed and then ghosted the next day. I've heard of his dating habits and how it's nonexistent.
Bokuto is a playboy. That's why I've stayed away from him. I'd be utterly heartbroken if he were to leave me high and dry.
I'd have no one to blame but myself. I don't have outstanding qualities like Monica that would make him want to stick around. Once again, I compare myself to my sister. The words Sugawara said earlier latch onto my heart and twist it. I really am pathetic and lame but I don't appreciate it being shouted for the whole world to hear.
I take a deep breath in but it's shaky and tears brim around my eyes. I sit in the middle of Bokuto's bed and let my tears fall. I should've just gone home. I didn't want to sulk but here I am doing it anyways.
"I hope you aren't crying because of what Sugawara said."
I jump at Bokuto's gravelly voice cutting through my tears. I quickly wipe my tears away and stutter. "I-I wasn't."
He's changed into black sweatpants that squeeze his waist so seductively that it turns me on even as I cry. He's in a basic gray t-shirt but with his yin-and-yang hair sticking to his forehead, he looks ethereal.
I don't know what force pulled that approval out of me earlier but I'm regretting it. This is so embarrassing. My crush of 3 years just walked in on me crying like a baby on his bed.
He saunters over before he leans, evading my personal space. "Don't lie to me." He whispers into my ear. "I don't like liars."
My breath hitches when his breath touches my skin. I can't tell if he's concerned for me or trying to seduce me. Either way, I like it and I break by telling him the truth.
"Okay," I admit. "I was." I let out an exhausted sigh. "I mean how could I not? The truth hurts."
"Lies hurt too." He leans away and climbs onto his bed. I scooch to give him his space but the grabbing of my thigh stops me. "It's up to you to differentiate between the two. Just because it hurts doesn't mean it's true."
I pause, reflecting on his words. It's going to take more than a piece of advice to build my broken confidence but it's a start.
"The uglier and lame twin." I blurt.
His eyes connect with me. His rosy lips part and his smokey brows rise. I watch him as his broad shoulders rise and fall when he takes in deep breaths. He blinks at me before his hand is running up my exposed thigh. I breathe air into the back of my throat at the sensation his fingers bring. My blood races when his digits reach the bottom of my denim shorts.
"Not at all." He murmurs breathlessly after what felt like hours. "I never have."
Mama says don't take validation from no man but I can't help it. Bokuto's truths have me believing I can be a vogue model.
He inches closer. I can feel his breath on my lips. The smell of beer infiltrates my nostrils but I don't care. I'll drown in the smell if it means he's close to me.
"Why do you degrade yourself?" He asks quietly. "And why do you stray away from your feelings?"
His hard questions leave another lump in my throat. Gosh, I'm so tired of crying tonight. I have an answer for both questions, I just don't want to say them. For the first one, I never degraded myself first. Someone did and I accepted it as true. And for the second one, all I can think of is Solange's Cranes in the Sky, 'Sometimes I don't want to feel those metal clouds.' Those ugly emotions being degraded brought me are unbearable. I'd rather run than confront them.
Luckily, his questions were rhetorical and he wasn't expecting an answer. He leans in again and I think he's going to kiss me. He does kiss me, but not on my lips. He dips his head and brushes his lips on my collarbone. I suck air through my teeth when I feel his lips dance against my honey-colored skin.
"Why don't you see how astonishing you are?" He questions against my skin. "I wish I could give you my eyes."
"Why?" I barely croak out when his wet lips trail up my neck.
I feel him smirk against me. "So you can see what I see, of course. Which is nothing but pure beauty."
I not only gasp at his words but at his sucking on my neck. I've never really experienced foreplay before. The guys I've been with jump right into sex not caring about it. I remember Monica saying that her favorite thing about Akaashi's sex is the foreplay and aftercare. She said he makes her feel like a star and I always longed for that.
"Tell me, darling, do you feel beautiful?"
The affectionate name has me releasing a soft sigh. I feel tears forming in my eyes, not from sadness, but from high desire. I'm chasing after the bliss I know he'll bring to my body and it brings tears when I think of how good it'll feel.
When I don't answer he stops his movements. I whine when his perfect lips disconnect from me.
"Answer me." His assertiveness has me clenching my legs together.
I shake my head. "No, I don't." I answer honestly. I haven't felt beautiful since 9th grade.
His languid breaths occupy my space. I can't tell the effect my honest truth has on him. His royal eyes bounce to my lips which are burning to feel him. He bites his own lips before diving in. He captures me in a kiss that takes all my breath away. It takes away every breath I'll ever have away. I grip onto his sheets as electricity courses through every crevice of my body. He bites down on my lower lips and a moan leaves my throat. He tilts my head slightly giving his tongue a better angle to roam my unexplored mouth. He groans when my free hand runs up his forearm.
I feel like my body is the ocean waves outside and he's lightning in a raging storm. When he touches me, my waves push against each other in abnormal way and they can't find the will to stop. The hand that rests on my thigh travels to my cheek.
"Do you want me to make you feel beautiful?"
He looks at me through half-lidded eyes. I see the burning desire resonating in his bright eyes. No one has ever desired me as much as Bokuto does in this moment. When did this desire appear? He's never paid attention to me like this, so what changed?
Doesn't matter, all I know is that I'm nodding my head.
Something snaps beneath his eyes. In a swift motion, his shirt is off his body and thrown to the side. His eyes connect with mine and a seductive brow is raised at me. He licks his lips and my body begins to weep for him.
"Then you better lay down."
