I'm not sure why.
“No one,” I agree, pulling her away from my neck and attaching my lips back to hers. “This is purely physical.”
She hums into the kiss. “No strings.”
This is my perfect scenario—something I've done most of my life anyway—so why do her words send me into a frenzy of sorts? I'm not sure, all I know is that a 'no commitment' affair works for me and it always has. I could never do strings, especially with someone like Juliette.
I hate her after all.
“No commitment,” I respond readily, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her deeper into me.
God, she tastes just like how she smells—vanilla. Not the strong type, but the faint one that makes your mouth water.
I've kissed many people before, but this? Kissing Juliette is like taking a full deep breath after being submerged in water too long.
I thought nothing would be better than our first kiss, but she proved me wrong.
My hands roam her body as she sucks and teethes at my neck. For a straight girl, she's sure good at making my body ache in pleasure.
I feel her hands moving toward my jacket, slowly trying to get it off my shoulders and before I can help her out, my phone dings.
“Ignore it,” she whispers into my mouth and I don't have to be told twice, especially when she takes my jacket off and tosses it on the floor like she's so ravenous for me right now.
Then my phone dings again—in fact it keeps dinging for the next minute. She groans into the kiss and I find myself unfortunately leaving her lips, having to push her away lightly.
“One minute.” I promise her, finding it hard to look away from her beautiful, bruised lips. I fish my phone out from my back pocket and face palm when I see all the messages.
It's Adam, he's borderline harassing me because I'm meant to be at home right now doing a cake tasting with him and his fiancée. For Pete's sake!
If I don't show up, he'll know something's up—he knows how much I love cake—then he'll probably send out a search party or something. He's very dramatic.
I sigh loudly. “I have to go.”
Juliette furrows her eyebrows. “What? Why?!” I ignore how needy her tone sounds and clearly, she's taken aback by it because heat rushes to her cheeks and I have to look away.
Stop being so cute Juliette.
“I promised Adam to be there for a wedding cake tasting,” I say to her running a hand through my hair.
I probably look so dishevelled right now. It's not my fault though, Juliette was practically mauling me the whole time. Not that I mind it though; I like my girls rough.
“Adam's getting married?” she questions curiously and shocked at the same time. There's something in her tone, something I can't quite decipher. It sounds as if she's a little annoyed that she wasn't told about this news, but surely that can't be it. Why would she care about that?
“Yeah, in a few months,” I say, nodding and she nods back.
Suddenly, the air is awkward and I'm not sure how to dissipate it. Her eyes are darting everywhere in the room but to me.
For some reason, I find myself scanning her outfit. She looks so casual with her grey sweatpants and her black tank top. I have to refrain myself from staring at how well her tits sit in that top.
“Well, I'll see you next time,” I say, avoiding eye contact again as I pick up my jacket from the floor. God, this is brutal.
“Yeah, okay,” she says scratching her chin in a fake thoughtful way.
Glad to know I'm not the only one who is feeling awkward right now. I don't bother looking at her again as I make my way to her door.
Just as my hand touches the door knob, I hear her velvety voice. “I still hate you.”
Just four simple words. Yet, they relax my breathing and heart rate tenfold and a genuine smile spreads across my face.
