Pulling Pieces (girlxgirl) Book 1 Puzzle Pieces

Chapter 5

Coming up with a decision that is entirely confusing is really stupid. I realize what I have done when we stop the car in front of her building. It is peaceful out here. There's no one to greet or to ask for help. All I can hear is our steady breathing. We are avoiding each other's eyes but I can feel the tension between us. Maybe I'm more into testing the waters. Maybe I am not really naïve with this game. Maybe I know what I'm doing, and maybe I know what will happen next.

She looks at me, just plain studying me. She looks as if confirming if I really want to go upstairs into her personal space. I look at her and smile. I'm nervous. I can't get to say anything more so I wait for her move. All she does is stare. Are we staying inside the car?! Oh what the hell. I look forward and I pulled my side of door open. I step out leaving her gaping. I walked to her side and opened the driver's door. She watches me following my every move.

"I don't want to be stuck in the car all night, so can we go upstairs?" I say like an impatient kid.

"Right." She moves out of the car and presses a button from her keys to lock it. She races me into the entrance of the lobby and a doorman greets us.

"Good evening, Ms. Sinclair." The old man greets us and smiles warmly. "Had a great evening?" He inquires.

"Yes, Steve. We had an awesome night. Good night to you." Blake answers with the same warmth that extends to me and I feel myself redden with guilt of the night's events. The doorman nods as the elevator opens.

She presses the P button and we are back to awkward silence. The elevator is walled by mirrors with silver and gold braided railings. I must admit that the little chandelier adds up to the fancy look. I don't know Blake is up for fancy things. I am not fancy.

"We still have four floors left. You can change your mind." She simply says. She looks like she's having a headache with her fingers pushing into the middle of her brows with her hair covering the sides of her face while her head's bent down. I exhale and watch the number of floors light up one by one, trying to talk to my inner self and asking for the right thing. The elevator stops and opens and my inner self is not telling me to turn back. It's just not cooperating at this time.

She looks at me expectantly as if wanting me to take the lead to exit the little space or press the ground button and run for my life. I cross my arms and exit slowly taking in the steps I am taking going to her house.

"It's the door on the right." She says behind me. I walk to our right and see the door approaching. I let her lead the way for I don't have keys. She immediately unlocks and flips the lights on.

White. I see everything in white and wood. I remove my sandals and stay by the door. I hear her moving around her kitchen and she emerges with two glasses of wine. She hands me one glass and I'm glad to hold onto something.

"I bet you don't plan on standing there for the whole night." She looks at me and I am rooted to where I stand. She places her glass on the center table and walks to me. She asks for my hand and I oblige. She leads me to the couch and plumps the seat. "Sit." She says and she smiles at me.

I think my tongue went somewhere and left me alone with her. I look at her and she looks at me. Not sure what to do, I blink nervously as she eyes me seriously.

She gets the drink in my hand, places it beside her own. She holds both of my hands and tries again. "Do you have anything to say? Do you want anything?" she asks me with worry etched on her face. Oh, the woman could scrunch that nose. Haha!

I smiled of the thought. "Is there something you find funny?" she asks smiling. I shake my head. I am suddenly laughing. I don't know why but I find this all funny. When I look at her she has the biggest smile.

Oh, she can laugh too. Then I stopped laughing. I lean on the pillows behind me and just stare at her.

"You are one hell of a theme park. One time you look scary, then you look proud, then you look scared, then you are angry, then you look delicate, then sweet, then happy, then laughing. All in less than three hours. How can you do that?" she looks amazed and fazed at the same time at me.

I have to breathe again. I exhale and look at her again. I cannot seem to say something. I just want to look at her. Really look. Maybe learn something from her reactions, with the faces she makes. I haven't felt so interested in someone after my first crush ever. I didn't feel the need to understand meaning behind the words. I didn't need to know what is not laid in front of me. I did not need to know another woman intimately until now.

"You seem tired. You really look like you already need to go to bed." She says brushing her hand over my cheek.

Bed?! I feel my eyes suddenly awake. "No?" she continues. "You can tell me what you need to say."

"Stop talking." I whispered. She stops and leans on the couch. Now we are face to face with our sides leaning on the couch. I stare at her. She first looks conscious with the way I am watching her. It's a relief that I can even disarm her with my eyes. She tries to calm before she studies me.

When she looks into my eyes. I see her irises dilate and I am suddenly aware of how close our faces are. Her moss eyes seem to darken more and it's as if I am drowning in them that's why I moved my eyes towards her nose. Her straight nose. It's a little freckled but because of the creaminess of her skin, it's almost invisible. I move my eyes towards her lips and I see them part. 

Suddenly, I'm burning again. I would like to gasp or I will just collapse due to lack of air. I tried to move just to give an excuse to breathe but I lean back so I am ready to watch her again.

The nerves in my hands are tingling that's when I realize she's drawing lines into my palms while she studies me. I must have surprised her when I suddenly speak.

"I'm not sure what I am doing here. I have no reason to be going here, and doing this here. I have a lot of things I don't know about you. I don't know what I am suddenly feeling. I just know that these are all new. I am scared but I don't know what I am scared about. I think things are running very fast that I have to stop and take a breath." Then I exhale.

She listens intently, not teasing this time, not impatient. She just listens until I'm done talking. Then instead of answering my monologue, she leans closer to me and touches her lips into mine. Involuntarily, my eyes close and everything physical doesn't seem to matter anymore. It's just her and I in this quiet world we have. I feel all of my nerves come alive. I just want to feel. As soon as it starts, it stops.

"Do you feel that?" she asks. Her face still close to mine. I can feel her breath warm on my face. She looks like she's drunk. I don't think she has taken a sip of her wine.

I am just calming my heartbeat. It's as if it would really like to breathe outside my ribcage. Her eyes are half closed and next thing I know she's leaning back to me again. Instantly, my lips part and she was given access again. I mimicked what her tongue does to me and soon after we are battling a war of tongues. I feel her on top of me now but barely touching. I feel her hands support her from my sides while I don't know where to put my hands when I feel like falling even if my head is leaning on the couch.

I need something to hold on to. I unconsciously bring my hands up and link it on her nape. She seems encouraged for I feel her lean on me now for support. Her body is pressed on me but I cannot focus anymore. My hands already have a mind of their own and everything just feels so nice.

Her hands went to the sides of my face as she deepens the kiss. Her knees are now on my sides almost straddling me. I am almost gone. I feel like my physical body had left me and all that was left is live wire. I was switched on and now nothing can stop. I cannot stop. My hands went to her shirt which I held on to for life support. By the pressure she's being brought down closer to me. I can now feel her heart beating, or is it mine? It deafens my ears for the loud banging it creates. I try to breathe through my nose for I cannot dare to disconnect our lips.

And as soon as I feel my back slipping as she guides me to lay on the couch without breaking the kiss. She suddenly springs up and I am suddenly feeling cold losing the warmth I am feeling seconds ago. She holds my hand while she looks at me. She is still catching her breath without losing the l**t on her eyes. How could I ever known l**t can be seen through someone's eyes?

"Do you still want answers? Or does the bed sound good to you now?" My breathing falters. I don't think I can answer. I am heaving. I wanted air and it seems as if she has drained me of all the oxygen in the air and she holds it behind lock and key. She didn't have to say twice. She helps me up and guides me to her room.