Page 97 of The Loathing

“Titus?” she says so innocently.

“What do you mean?” I know what she means, I think. But I want to hear the words come from her lips. I want to see how the innocence colors her face in one of my favorite ways. The way the blush stands out against her milky skin, the way her freckles spread as she smiles.

She sighs before taking another mouthful of her cocktail.

My heart drums a little faster and I am adamant it is skipping beats, but she would never tell. I am good at keeping my cool, good at putting on my best poker face.

“I have…” she stammers, her beautiful eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“You have…?” my voice falls quiet.

“You were…” she rubs her lips together.

I lick my lips.

“I was…” I can’t help but tease her, my lips pull at one corner and lift into a smirk.

“You were my first kiss!” she blurts out, slapping her hand across her mouth and there it is, that pretty fucking blush pinking her cheeks.

“What?” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me at the shock of her admission.

“I’m not repeating it,” she shakes her head, fidgeting on the spot.

“I’m not asking you to repeat it, I just don’t believe I was your first kiss.”

“Well like I have said before, my father made sure to run any boy far, far away before they even got close. I am a twenty-five-year-old virgin for Christ’s sake!” and her hand covers her mouth once more, her eyes bugging. She places her glass down on the coffee table then falls back, covering her face with a pillow.

She’s a fucking virgin.

Shit.

“Oh my god, this is why I should not drink alcohol.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow.

And that’s when realization kicks in, her innocence shines through so brightly. How the hell could I have missed it. Because I was too infatuated with her to even notice.

Fuck.

I lean forward, lifting the pillow from her face with one of my hands and my eyes volley back and forth between hers. Placing both hands either side of her, resting them on the cushions of the couch and cocooning her in.

“Don’t you ever hide from me Little Red,” my voice is raspy, my heart is dancing in my chest. Her perfectly imperfect eyes stay pinned to mine and all I can think about doing is covering her lips with mine, but I can’t.

I shouldn’t.

“I can’t believe you had never been kissed…” my voice is shaky as I hold myself up and over her, “until me.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“No Twilight, it’s not embarrassing,” I shake my head from side to side, edging my lips closer to her.

Amora’s lips part, her eyes falling to my lips and I hesitate for a moment.

“Kiss me again,” she whispers, her eyes slowly fluttering shut and I instantly miss her eyes.

I don’t hesitate, I lower my lips until ours meet. Slowly, our mouths move in a rhythm before I tease my tongue, her arms lock round my neck and I take that as my cue to let my tongue sweep over hers before they’re dancing together. Amora shifts beneath me, and her intoxicating scent consumes me before her legs part and I slip between them as if we were the perfect fit.

Letting my arms lower so my elbows are now resting on the soft surface my hands cup her face as our kiss intensifies, a small whimper passes her lips and I feel myself harden and rub against the seam of my jeans.

“Titus,” she breaks away, whispering in a soft pant.

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