asked in hushed tones and I found myself nodding excitedly. “Come here,” he said softly, and looked around before pulling me towards a door with the sign Fire Escape.
I only hesitated for a moment before following him.
***
We ran up the fire escape, me giggling quietly and Rowan encouraging me to be quiet with a wide grin on his face. I don’t know how many floors we passed, but my legs were aching by the time we got to the top.
We were in front of an enormous door.
“You ready?” Rowan asked and I nodded quickly, trying to catch my breath.
He grabbed my hand and pushed the door open.
We were on the roof of the building. It was late now, and the sky was the same midnight blue as my dress and pepper with so many bright stars and a shiny moon, I felt my face get illuminated by the light.
“Wow,” I breathed heavily and turned my face upwards. “Wow,” I murmured again.
I had thought the art show was beautiful, but this was different. This was beauty that wasn’t of human origin, but nature in its purest form. It was beautiful, a play of light and darkness, reminding me of my inner turmoil.
As I stared at the infinite sky, I felt my eyes welling up with tears and I looked away, trying to hide my emotions even though I never could do it very well.
“Are you okay?” Rowan was asking me, but it felt so far away. I nodded slowly. He was next to me in seconds, turning me around so I could face him. “Are you afraid of heights?” he worried out loud, and I could only shake my head.
“Is it me? Did I upset you?” he asked.
I shook my head again, the tears spilling over.
He didn’t ask anything else, but produced a tissue from his pocket and gently pressed it to my cheek, his finger connecting with my warm skin as our eyes met above his hand.
I wanted him to kiss me very badly. But it was for all the wrong reasons. I would not make him make it better, because tomorrow, it would be back to reality, and I would be even more heartbroken when he wouldn’t acknowledge me at the next charity function we attended together.
Instead, I kissed him.
4
It was a spur of the moment decision and I felt him go rigid as soon as our lips connected. I didn’t move away though, licking his lips softly and prying them open with my shy tongue.
He stood frozen to the spot for a while, but his arms hesitantly found their way around my waist and pulled me against his body.
He was strong and tough, all muscle. He was so much taller than me I had to stand on tiptoes to reach his lips. His delicious, glorious lips, that were making it all better, if only for a night.
Our kiss grew from a soft exploration to a wild need in seconds. He clutched me close and I buried my fingers in his hair, thankful for the feel of him, the taste of him.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered softly against his lips when I feared he would move away.
“I don’t think I can,” he replied with a deep voice and I felt my whole body shiver in his hands.
He lifted me up then, and carried me away from the entrance, pushing me against the wall of the building. I wrapped my legs around his body tightly, trying to get as close as humanly possible.
His hands found my ass and he groaned in my mouth, his tongue finding mine and teasing it relentlessly. I’d never done something like this before and my heart was thumping loudly in my chest.
Beat, beat, beat – this is happening.
Beat, beat – I want you so badly.
Beat – This is wrong.
Beat – But it feels so good.
“Don’t tell my mom,” I whispered in his mouth, and it was as if I’d dumped a bucket of ice cold water over his head. He lowered me to the ground instantly, his tongue leaving my mouth so I whimpered in protest, reaching out to him to pull him back.
But he moved away, his hands up in his hair, his shirt creased and his tie crooked.
“What the fuck,” he mumbled to himself and I nervously patted my messy updo. He paced around the roof while I looked at him, feeling confused.
I only hesitated for a moment before following him.
***
We ran up the fire escape, me giggling quietly and Rowan encouraging me to be quiet with a wide grin on his face. I don’t know how many floors we passed, but my legs were aching by the time we got to the top.
We were in front of an enormous door.
“You ready?” Rowan asked and I nodded quickly, trying to catch my breath.
He grabbed my hand and pushed the door open.
We were on the roof of the building. It was late now, and the sky was the same midnight blue as my dress and pepper with so many bright stars and a shiny moon, I felt my face get illuminated by the light.
“Wow,” I breathed heavily and turned my face upwards. “Wow,” I murmured again.
I had thought the art show was beautiful, but this was different. This was beauty that wasn’t of human origin, but nature in its purest form. It was beautiful, a play of light and darkness, reminding me of my inner turmoil.
As I stared at the infinite sky, I felt my eyes welling up with tears and I looked away, trying to hide my emotions even though I never could do it very well.
“Are you okay?” Rowan was asking me, but it felt so far away. I nodded slowly. He was next to me in seconds, turning me around so I could face him. “Are you afraid of heights?” he worried out loud, and I could only shake my head.
“Is it me? Did I upset you?” he asked.
I shook my head again, the tears spilling over.
He didn’t ask anything else, but produced a tissue from his pocket and gently pressed it to my cheek, his finger connecting with my warm skin as our eyes met above his hand.
I wanted him to kiss me very badly. But it was for all the wrong reasons. I would not make him make it better, because tomorrow, it would be back to reality, and I would be even more heartbroken when he wouldn’t acknowledge me at the next charity function we attended together.
Instead, I kissed him.
4
It was a spur of the moment decision and I felt him go rigid as soon as our lips connected. I didn’t move away though, licking his lips softly and prying them open with my shy tongue.
He stood frozen to the spot for a while, but his arms hesitantly found their way around my waist and pulled me against his body.
He was strong and tough, all muscle. He was so much taller than me I had to stand on tiptoes to reach his lips. His delicious, glorious lips, that were making it all better, if only for a night.
Our kiss grew from a soft exploration to a wild need in seconds. He clutched me close and I buried my fingers in his hair, thankful for the feel of him, the taste of him.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered softly against his lips when I feared he would move away.
“I don’t think I can,” he replied with a deep voice and I felt my whole body shiver in his hands.
He lifted me up then, and carried me away from the entrance, pushing me against the wall of the building. I wrapped my legs around his body tightly, trying to get as close as humanly possible.
His hands found my ass and he groaned in my mouth, his tongue finding mine and teasing it relentlessly. I’d never done something like this before and my heart was thumping loudly in my chest.
Beat, beat, beat – this is happening.
Beat, beat – I want you so badly.
Beat – This is wrong.
Beat – But it feels so good.
“Don’t tell my mom,” I whispered in his mouth, and it was as if I’d dumped a bucket of ice cold water over his head. He lowered me to the ground instantly, his tongue leaving my mouth so I whimpered in protest, reaching out to him to pull him back.
But he moved away, his hands up in his hair, his shirt creased and his tie crooked.
“What the fuck,” he mumbled to himself and I nervously patted my messy updo. He paced around the roof while I looked at him, feeling confused.
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