I sat next to Zarina, who was looking down at me with a mischievous look on her face. I had called her out of her house after Dameon left me in the parking lot, looking like a dog in heat. I hadn't bothered to tell her what happened. All I could say was that I went to the library to work on a project with him and when she asked me for details, I abruptly shook her off. This prompted her to ask more questions, all of which I ignored, and give me this weird look. "Are you going to keep staring at me like I kissed your boyfriend?"
"Are you going to keep lying?" She pouted.
"What am I lying about?" I sighed and stretched my legs out. My lips were no longer throbbing, but that didn't stop the ghost of pressure that was left by his lips. I found myself craving that pressure once again, wanting to fall into his warmth and allow myself to be devoured. And that was only because of a kiss. I imagine s*x would have me drowning and deep down I knew that I wouldn't want to come back up for air.
"The library. Clearly, something happened." She smirked. From the corner of my eye I saw her fingers drumming against her thigh. The action was something she did whenever she was starting to get impatient. Her fingers drummed a sporadic impatient beat but she never turned to look at me. She just waited.
I dropped my head down, this time being the one to pout, and gave a long exasperated sigh. "He kissed me," I mumbled. No sooner than the words left my mouth, I started to feel my cheeks heat up. It was strange because I wasn't embarassed by the kiss. I was making a big deal out of a small action just like any other heroine in my books. This is how they started falling in love, one small action and they start thinking about the guy differently. It's like all the bad actions he did before sisn't exist in their eyes and yet here I was being the embodiment of my main characters. Hung up on a guy who pushed me and still didn't apologize.
A stifle of laughter filled the air and my head snapped up to face Zarina. "This is funny to you?" I frowned. "I'm over here stressed out an you're laughing at me. Really, Z?"
"I wouldn't be your bestfriend if I didn't laugh." Zarina's hand came up to her stomach as she leaned forward in an attempt to stifle her laughter. "It's just you're so hung up about a kiss. You write about s*x and scary men for god's sake."
It was only now that I realized I truly did sound like something was wrong with me. I, a mafia romance writer who write s*x scenes, was hung up on a kiss from the scariest boy in our school. A kiss that shook my world despite the intention behind it. A kiss that, even now, left me wanting more.
Zarina's laughter seem to fade into the background as my mind drifted to thoughts of my hands roaming across Dameon's skin. I wanted to feel the scars on his back and feel him shudder beneath my touch. Did I even have that affect on him? It was a guessing game for my mind and I hated the way I was acting as if it was my first kiss that he took from me. And despite the fact that it wasn't it definitely felt like a first for me.
"So he kissed you and now your head over heels for him?" Zarina asked pulling her knees to her.
My eyes moved from the floor to my car across the way then finally settled on her. "Head over heels is generous. More like my Gizmo fangirl has been piqued."
"So why are you stressed about it?"
"No sane human kisses like that. If I didn't know any better I'd say he's the reincarnation of Eros." I picked up a stray pebble from the stairs and turned it over in my fingers.
"Who?" Zarina quirked her brow.
"Eros? The god of lust, love, and all that other hot s**t. Seriously Z?" I laughed. "I talk about him a lot."
"Yeah well you talk about a lot of greek gods." Zarina smiled. "Well think about it this way...is he someone you'd want to be with? I know it was just one kiss and we're sprinting forward but you should think about it."
"I don't know..." I said frowning. I stood up from the steps, the question racking my brain. "Can we go inside?"
She nodded and luckily for me, she didn't push the issue either.