To Want You

15

The guy I've known almost all my life, my partner in crime and my bestfriend, just placed his lips against mine like it's a normal thing between two friends. Something so lewd and mesmerizing but at the same time hypnotizing, this kiss, that shouldn't even be considered a kiss given the situation, causes my brain to stop functioning for the time being.

As I gasp from shock, Abel seizes the opportunity to pour the liquid from his mouth to mine, leaving an eerie sensation tinkling along with it. At this point, I'm given no choice but to swallow it down my throat and pray to the Gods he's at least properly brushed his teeth prior to this. The liquid, warm from his own mouth, touches my tongue. I squirm furiously only to be overwhelmed by his strength in keeping me put.

Our lips continue to lock for what seems like an eternity. Abel's reluctant to let me pull away, his fingers traveling to grab a handful of my hair and urging me to arch up to him. I force the liquid down my esophagus the same time Abel bites down on my button lip, making sure that I take everything in. I wince from the pain and finally muster up the strength to detach from him.

Once he pulls back, a nasty string of saliva is still intact, connecting our lips together. I gasp for air, heaving breaths like I've been choked to the brink of death. Then again, I could be exaggerating if you don't consider my fever as a variable. Abel's eyes are hooded, almost dark, as he stares down at me. The blush rising from my neck to my face should be pretty obvious. I probably look like a tomato.

I slap a hand over my mouth, pointing an accusing finger towards the boy."Y-you-".

Staring at my finger like some hypnotized snake, he surprises me even more when he attempts to bite it. Fortunately, I'm able to save myself from getting bitten by this big puppy.

"Hey!"

That seem to bring him back to reality. But now he's looking at my lips, placing me at an unwanted awkward position yet again. I slap him out of it, squeezing in my thoughts of what just happened with an annoyed sigh. I rub the space between my eyebrows like I have a headache.

"Was that really necessary?" I ask him. I slide my fingers across my hair only to be met with tangles that were made from earlier. Abel shrugs his shoulders, wiping the side of his lips.

"Knowing you, you'd have spit it out again."

He's not wrong. Now that I've had a taste of what it's like, I'm not planning to take it ever again. But still. Was that method still necessary? My head fills woozy again.

Abel's soft finger finds my bottom lip where he brushes it soothingly, a stern expression portrayed in his eyes. "You should get some rest."

Humming absentmindedly, I'm honestly too out of it to notice him tucking me in bed, leaving right after planting a little peck on my forehead.

For some reason though, why do I suddenly taste metallic iron?

-

I started feeling much better later on in the evening. You could say this is one of the perks of being me. I dont get sick so often but when I do, it doesn't take long before I'm feeling all better.

It's been twenty minutes since Abel left after bringing me dinner. I'd have gone down myself but Mrs Parker ended up bringing me back to the room, making sure to lecture me for ten minutes straight about how a sick person shouldn't be running about whenever they wanted. So I found myself bed ridden like a sick person I no longer was.

On the bright side however, instead of busying myself with Mrs Parker's non stop errands, I was able to contact my parents. We talked while I ate my dinner in bed. Despite the disapproving glances Abel constantly threw my way, he knew better than to make me hang up. He's aware I barely have time to speak to them since our times don't always correlate.

When it's time for me to go to bed, that's when they wake up.

"Didn't I tell you to go to bed already?"

"I'm already in bed."

Abel sets a glass of water on the night stand, scoffing under his breath. "Loona's on her way. She'll make sure you won't try to escape in the middle of the night."

"I feel like more of a prisoner rather than a guest." I tell him in teasing manner.

"Oh really now? It's already way past mid night. Are you sure you'll be alright going home by yourself at this hour?" He taps his chin as if he's debating something." I'll let you go but You'll have to promise me your corpse won't hit the news tomorrow."

My face twists up with utter disgust. "Passive aggressive much?"

"Just saying." He smiles. "Stay here for the night. I'll drive you to your place first thing in the morning."

I shake my head. "No can't do. Auntie wanted me to accompany her to the boquet tomorrow. We're planning to leave at five in the morning."

"Do you think she'll allow you to leave bed after seeing your state?"

I wave him off, flickering through my phone screen. "It's fine. I've already texted her."

I plan was to leave today due to the fact that I didn't have any clothes to wear the next day. But now that Abel's mentioned the whole corpse hitting the news, then I thank him from the bottom of my heart for planting such terrifying seed into my head.

"Then I guess it's settled. I'll accompany you guys tomorrow."

"But you hate flower shopping."

"I know. But you can't leave two beautiful women roaming the city on their own y'know."

I pull out a neutral expression. "If you say so."

He chuckles, snatching my phone from my hand. I'm about to yell but he beats me to it.

"I'll return it tomorrow." He says as he slips my phone inside his back pocket. "You should get some rest. Got a long day ahead of ya."

And I know exactly what he means. Although we're suppose to check up on some flowers that'll be used for the party, we'll most likely end up visiting a mall by the end of the day.