7. Delia
seven
Delia
I had no idea what was happening, except that I didn’t hate it. I let Robert kiss me for a minute, just feeling it, unsure of how to react.
I closed my eyes and gave into it, feeling the way his lips melted against mine, soft and slightly wet, and before I knew it, I was opening my mouth and kissing him deeper. I was letting his kiss overtake me.
I felt like I was falling down a deep hole, a hole that got darker and deeper with every second that I kissed Robert back. His lips were so inviting, and I had shivers all over my body. I could feel goosebumps rising along my skin.
I opened my eyes and saw him looking back at me. We made eye contact for a moment, and it ignited a heat between my legs. I wanted him.
I gripped him back, wrapping his hair around one of my hands, and kissed him even deeper, twisting my neck to cover more of his lips.
I heard him moan, a guttural sound that I couldn’t believe came from him, and I groaned in response, delighted by knowing he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
His hands moved from my face and down my sides to grip my waist. He pulled me into him, and I felt the same way I did right before I kneed him: lit on fire by his touch.
His cock was hard against me and pressing into my thigh in a way that wasn’t unwelcome. I almost touched it. I had just a moment where my hand almost slid down his body to grip his bulge.
But then I heard Jeremy inside yelling, “Good job, ladies! Okay, one more time, and then we’ll take a break! Practice with each other, groups of four!” and it snapped me back to reality like I was on the end of a very long rubber band.
I went hurling back to earth and pulled away from Robert’s kiss, snapping, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Robert’s hands opened against my waist, not letting go but not quite holding me either. Confusion was written all over his face. “What do you— I thought—”
“You thought what? What is wrong with you? Your best friend is right in there. Did you bring me here so you two could rope me into some ridiculous threesome or what?”
I suddenly felt so angry, so bothered by the idea of my own making. I felt like I was being asked out for a prank, like I was a prop in a joke I didn’t yet understand.
There was no way Robert liked me. This had to be some kind of mean joke.
“ What? ” He sounded astounded at the concept, and he dropped his hands from my body entirely. “I was just…I don’t know.”
“You give me this crap about being immature and, you know, just generally not good enough for you or precious Jeremy, and then you kiss me? Did you really even have a panic attack, or was that a trick?” I spit out, my anger mounting at his manipulation.
“No, of course not, I really had a – you know what, just go.” He stepped backwards from me, and my body felt it. I yearned instantly for his body back against mine, but I could hear Jeremy inside, and I was shut off from it.
I couldn’t believe his audacity. He pointed to the door down the hallway.
I crossed my arms. “Oh, you’re kicking me out? You kiss me, and then I have to leave?”
“You don’t have to leave, no. By all means, stay, this seems like it’ll be really fun.” He rolled his eyes and turned to go back into his class in the auditorium.
“I don’t feel like you understand how badly what you did fucked up my life. And you think that I’d ever want anything to do with you? You’re a…” I searched for the words, but I couldn’t find anything that quite fit. ‘Jerk’ wasn’t strong enough.
He interrupted my thought process, “I get it. I have a class to teach.”
“Yeah, enjoy your classroom full of women to dive into.”
He spun around before leaving the hallway and hissed, “I don’t like what you’re implying, Delia. This wasn’t something I planned. I’ve never touched anyone in this class before. If you didn’t like it or want it, I guess I read it wrong, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t give you a right to try to paint me as some pervert.”
My lip twitched. “My ex, who is your best friend, by the way, is right inside there, teaching your class for you. Just being the genuinely nice guy that he is. And he and I broke up because of you. No other reason, Robert, just you. And you’re out here trying to move in on me like you don’t know that.”
“No offense, Delia, but I wasn’t trying that hard.” He smirked, crossing his arms. In that position, his biceps looked so muscular. I wanted to squeeze one. Why did I still want him?
“Excuse me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. Was he calling me easy?
“I’m just saying.” He ran his tongue over his bottom teeth and smiled. “You seemed pretty into it yourself.”
“Enjoy your class,” I told him and turned to walk down the hallway.
“Yeah, go ahead and go. You seem really good at that part,” he responded, his voice booming down the corridor as I kept going. A little louder, he shouted, “You’re really proving me wrong about that immaturity thing!”
“And you’re really proving me wrong about that jerk thing!” I spat back as I opened the doors and left.
It was only once I got back to my car that I realized I had left all my things, except my phone and my keys, in the classroom.
I texted Jeremy, filled with shame and dread and guilt: Had to go pick up an extra shift. Can you bring my things by later?
I felt even worse knowing that I was having him do a favor for me after what I had just done.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it to Robert, or to myself for that matter, he was right. I was pretty into it myself. I let him kiss me, and then I kissed him back… and quite passionately at that.
So, maybe I was as bad as Robert said.
Maybe I was even worse.