CHAPTER 4
808 Words
I swooped my shoes on the floor outside my window before climbing out through the window. If Drake finds out, he might tell his grandmother and if mom finds out, things might escalate badly. Abby was waiting down the street. I asked her not to pack outside my house.
“Abby,” I said happily giving her a tight hug. I Fixed my seatbelt before telling her about Drake. “Tell me he is hot,” she asked, making me nod. “How hot is he?” she asked with a girly growl. “He is no different from the hot kpop artist we appreciate,” I said, making her growl more. We got to the party and I had so many shots, I moved to the dancehall as both Abby and I had the best fun of our lives. When the party was over, I was slightly drunk.
I didn’t bother about my drinking habits anytime I went to a party with Abby. No matter how much she drinks, she hardly gets drunk, she dropped me off at home before wishing me good luck, Drake. I moved towards the front porch as I fumbled to get the door, after many attempts. The door pulled open.
I was about to head upstairs when I noticed Drake in the kitchen with no shirt on. The view of his chiseled body was so amazing that I could feel the wetness of my pants.
Fuuck, he was hot.
Fuckkkk,
Drake was that dude with the muscled chest you want to put your hands on to feel how warm it is after a hot, sweaty workout, he looked so hot and seductive. He finally caught sight of me as I gave him one of my killer smiles.
“Oh, it's my babysitter,” I muttered with a chilling laugh. I moved toward him as I lost balance but ended up falling on that hard chest. My hands played on his bare chest as his arms wrapped themselves around my waist, my chest began to beat hard and my mind began to go wild. “Did you go out to drink?” he asked, making me smile.
His face moves closer to sniffing me. I stared at his lips and I just wanted to do crazy things to them. I couldn't hold myself any longer as I held on to his neck before kissing him on the lips. His lips were soft, almost silken and pillowy against my own. I could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath my nose. My fingers carded through his hair as we breathed each other in.
He held on to my waist tightly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue danced in a different rhythm inside my mouth as I let out an involuntary moan. He pulled away as we both panted for air. “You’re drunk and we might regret any of this tomorrow,” he said, making me smile. “Alright, thanks for those sweet lips,” I muttered before pecking his cheeks and walking upstairs to my room.
I pulled off my shoe before gracing my bed happily.
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I walked down the stairs to notice Drake in the kitchen. “Good morning,” he muttered. “Morning,” I muttered back as I stared at his lips. They reminded me of yesterday's little make-out section. “Come have breakfast, you need some pills for your headache,” he muttered.
“Why did you sneak out yesterday?” he inquired, dropping the watery oat in front of me. I scooped a spoon from the oat without letting any word out of my mouth. “Do you kiss anybody when drunk?” He asked, making me choke on what I was eating. “Why? Did I kiss somebody yesterday?” I asked pretentiously.
“Yes, you kissed me yesterday, you had me using my hands all through the night,” he muttered, and I was shocked how my kiss had that great effect on him. “Were you planning on having me yesterday like you said?” he asked, making me turn red. I ignored his words as I took a huge spoon from the contents into my mouth before swallowing it down.
“You don't have to feel embarrassed, you were drunk,” he said. “I don't feel embarrassed Drake, I wasn't very drunk yesterday! I wanted to kiss you because you looked tasty, hot, and really savory yesterday,” I muttered.
“You were sober yesterday but acted drunk,” he muttered. “I didn't want to act too desperate,” I said before getting up to leave, but he held me back before smashing his lips into mine.
“I have thought of doing this again with you,” he muttered as he licked, sucked, and kissed my bottom lips.
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