6
CIARA
“Fuck!” I say furiously.
Who the hell does he think he is, telling me what to do?
His eyes burn the moment in which that word vibrates on my lips.
Anger? Disappointment?
No, it’s something else.
And so I throw the gauntlet down and say it again—maintaining eye contact and flagrantly flaunting my determination.
If this thing is going to drag me down, I’m taking him with me.
Aaron impulsively grabs my face and draws me towards him. He looks at me, lost. He’s confused, he doesn’t know what to do so I decide to go to him, to take this occasion and take a leap, live for the moment.
I try kissing him, but he’s scared, shocked and frozen like he’s been struck by a bolt of lightning.
So, I bite him to force him to cooperate with me. But he does not.
That man is just as stubborn as I am.
I run my tongue over his lips and he emits a suffering sound that leads him to open his mouth and in that moment he concedes to me, allowing me to enter his mouth in search of his tongue. I now realize I had no idea what it means to kiss a man, a real man.
The only man that I want.
He relaxes and lets go of my face, bringing one hand behind my nape, drawing me closer to him and if there wasn’t the gear lever between us I would have already been on his lap.
He’s flushed with desire… that’s what it was.
I take his face in my hands and I hold myself to him because I want to feel him as close as possible to me, I want his heat that is overwhelming me to take possession. I run my hands through his hair, I mess it up and pull on it, wrapped up in the moment, by the excitement and the restlessness I feel vibrating all over my body.
Kissing Aaron is a tempest of emotions that come down over me in destructive fury, breaking me in two, but then putting me back together a second later, just in time to feel his big hot hands in my hair.
As I sit here hoping this kiss will never end, Aaron suddenly breaks away from me as if he has only just now realized what he was doing. His eyes flash wide in terror, before opening the car door and getting out as if the car was on fire.
I sit in confusion, trying to get my breath back without having the courage to go follow him, but then he drops to the ground with his head in his hands and I have a feeling we’re about to revisit the scene on the roof.
I open the door and get out, trying to pull myself together, hoping the cool night air will help extinguish the ardent fire that is still burning within me. I go to him and kneel down at his side.
“Aaron?” I lift up his head to force him to look at me and the desire that I previously saw flooding his eyes has disappeared, giving way to confusion and disorientation.
“Everything’s okay,” I assure him.
He shakes his head. No.
“How could I have done that? What the fuck is going on my head?” he pants. “Patrick is going to kill me!”
“Patrick doesn’t always has to know everything,” I say bitterly.
“He’s my friend, one of the best friends I’ve got. How could I have taken advantage of his sister like that?”
“Now Patrick is the problem? And let’s be clear about this. You didn’t kiss me. I kissed you!”
“But I didn’t stop you from doing it, did I? What kind of person am I? You’re still a little girl and I…”
