Page 47 of Bad Kind of Love

“You are.” He continues laughing. “I kept trying to get your attention.”

“Maybe you should try harder.” I tease, shoving him with my shoulder. “I zone out whenever I watch movies.” I admit with a shrug.

“Yeah, I can tell.” His dimples appear and I can’t help but admire his face. “You want a blanket or anything?” He offers, pointing to the soft looking blanket that's thrown over the opposite side of the couch.

“Sure.” I nod, and he quickly snatches it before laying the blanket over the both of us. He’s sitting a tad closer this time, our thighs lightly brushing against one another and I feel butterflies take over in my stomach. Sure, we touched, but it was always in a friendly manner. But something about this felt different. His bare skin was touching mine and it felt hot, almost too hot to the point I wanted to move away.

“Have you seen this movie?” I ask, trying to hide the fact I scooted away from his touch.

“I haven’t.” He glances down at the small space between us. “I can’t even remember the last time I sat and watched a movie.” He admits.

“Seriously?” I glance at him with wide eyes.

Shrugging he drops his arm from behind the couch and focuses his eyes on me.

“Yeah, I’ve never been a huge fan of movies.” He chuckles knowing that my life revolved around movies and music. “I’d rather be outside getting my hands dirty than stay inside.”

“Yah, I kind of figured that out the day I met you.” Ever since our friendship grew, he’d always try to have me do something that was completely out of my comfort zone. Whether it be ice skating, or that time he tried getting me to play a game of horse, I knew he was an outside guy.

“But, I think I’m starting to like being inside with you.” His words cause me to blush, but his stare sends a shock up my legs. He was doing it again, giving me his sweet words which I was a complete sucker for but he had no clue the effect they had on me.

The movie was nonexistent.

The sounds faded into nothing.

And the only thing that seemed to matter was the way our starving eyes matched each other.

“Fuck it.” Wes grumbles under his breath and in a flash, the blanket is thrown to the ground. I feel his hand wrap around the back of my neck, and with his fingertips he gently tugs me towards him. I don’t have time to react before his lips come crashing down on mine.

His lips brush against mine softly, as if he were unsure while he guided our mouths together. His movements were slow, like he was savoring the feel or taste of me and I found myself wanting more. I didn’t want sweet Wes. I wanted an all-consuming kiss that sent shockwaves throughout my body. My whole body was aching for more, anything to relieve this sexual need that coursed through me. I wanted rough, I wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and pull hard, till I was panting for more in his arms.

Slipping my tongue in his mouth, I found myself groaning against his lips. Searching for his tongue, I try to caress it with my own, but he instantly shuts that down when he goes back to his gentle kissing.

I wanted this. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, but something felt off the minute his mouth touched mine. It felt wrong, but a deep part inside of me wanted to enjoy it. I was without a doubt falling in love with my best friend, but there was something stopping me from falling all the way.

Gripping onto his cotton shirt, I tug hard urging him to give me more but I was left feeling frustrated and confused. I feel myself start to pull away from him but then suddenly the sound of a door slamming shut has my heart dropping out of my chest.

We both quickly pull away from each other and turn towards the direction of the noise. With my chest heaving trying to catch my breath, my eyes clash with Mr. Fitz who’s standing in the kitchen with fire in eyes. He looked deadly as he took in the scene before him, like he was ready to kill at any given moment. And by the way his black soulless eyes focused only one me, I knew I was his intended target.

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