18. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
-Annabella-
K ace had surprised me in multiple ways, even made me feel something no one else had ever made me feel. His lips on mine made me grow hungry for more, and when he began painting mental pictures of him kissing me everywhere else, with his head between my thighs, I felt it—I grew wet, craving to feel what it would be like. But then he changed the subject to something even worse—if I had been kissed before.
“I have,” I finally said.
“By whom?” he inquired.
“Not important.” I crossed my arms, but Kace studied me closely, running his eyes everywhere and making me feel naked.
“Zac?” he asked.
I tried not to give any hints, but Kace was a person who could read even the most subtle of ones.
He began smiling. “I see.”
“It’s a long time ago, and it doesn’t count,” I asserted.
“It doesn’t count?” he echoed.
“We were kids.”
“How old?” he asked.
“Twelve and thirteen.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t tell me another age just to make me shut up,” he taunted.
“Shit…” I murmured, realizing I could have.
“No, I enjoy it. I like honesty. Keep doing that,” he urged. “But now I know I got your first kiss too.”
“Not first!” I hissed.
“You just said it didn’t count,” he countered, the smug smile still lingering on his lips.
“I… well… it counts!” I exclaimed, not wanting to give him another confidence boost.
“No, our kiss counted. That was a real kiss.”
“It was a real kiss with Zac. I didn’t imagine it.”
“Did I say you did?” he shot back, looking a bit confused. But the words surprised me as well. Was I really that scared that he might think I was a liar as well? My insecurities truly loved making life hard for me.
“Never mind,” I whispered, looking away.
I could feel Kace’s eyes on me, though, but I didn’t want to talk about it, so I decided to change the subject.
“So, movie nights,” I said, making him chuckle a little. “Let’s have our first one tomorrow.”
“Let’s,” he agreed.
I didn’t know how to feel about this date when I started to prepare everything for the movie night. Were we even going to have the same taste in movies? Was I going to hate what he liked, and vice versa? Was he a talker during movies?
No, I couldn’t believe Kace talked during movies. He was more like the type that slid his hand under your skirt or received a blowjob in the dark.
I shook my head, groaning. I had not slept a lot last night, thinking about the things Kace had done to me. He had made me feel so incredibly warm, and I had found my hand slowly sliding lower, but I stopped myself before I lost my mind.
I shouldn’t be touching myself already at the thought of him. I had only touched myself with one specific person in mind, yet now my imagination was wandering. Was that really all it took for me to forget Zac? Or was it just because, after realizing how he had lied to me and deceived me, it was easier for me to get over him? I was unsure.
Luckily, the sound of popcorn finishing brought me out of my trance, and I grabbed them, brought them to the living room, and placed them among the rest of the snacks before I went to find Kace.
“Ready?” I asked him after being allowed to enter his room.
“Ready,” he replied.
He put away his work faster than I had expected. I thought he would ask me to wait a few minutes, and those minutes would turn into hours, but that didn’t happen. He came to join me, and we went to the living room together. I sat down on the couch, and he stopped right beside it, then told me to scoot over.
“What?” I inquired, surprised.
“Scoot over,” he repeated.
I moved, and Kace showed me there was still some mobility in his legs, though he seemed shaky and was finding it hard to put some weight on them. However, he did manage to slip down on the couch without any assistance and then smile at me.
We sat close to each other, and I quickly grabbed the remote, not sure what we should watch.
“Are you an indecisive person?” he asked when I kept scrolling through Netflix.
“No, I just don’t know if I will pick something we will both like,” I admitted.
“Isn’t it here when you ask me what I like?” he teased.
I slowly turned to him, seeing the smug smile on his lips, and I cleared my throat, nodding a little. “What do you like?”
“Anything, except something overly sweet and romantic,” he replied.
“Really? I was certain you loved a good romance movie with really cheesy lines and lots of kissing and touching,” I said sarcastically.
“Well, there can be kissing and touching if it ends in sex.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “We are not watching porn together.”
“I never said that,” he laughed.
“Fine, we are not watching a movie where there is sex in it,” I stated.
“Sex sells, so therefore it will be in many movies.”
“Fine, then we are watching a nature documentary,” I taunted.
“Animals reproduce too,” he countered.
“Fine, we will watch a documentary about rocks.”
“Rocks?” he echoed.
“Yes, big, boring rocks, and what kinds of rocks exist in this world,” I told him, scrolling around to see if such a documentary was even available. To my luck, I did find some archaeology documentaries and put one on, smiling satisfied at him. “Get ready to be bored out of your mind!”
“I actually do like documentaries, but aren’t these evenings to get closer together? Or did you choose a boring one, hoping we would get very close?” he chuckled.
“Why is that your first thought? That I want you to touch me while the movie plays?” I retorted.
I turned to him, and I knew he saw the accusing look in my eyes, but he just seemed amused by that and leaned a little toward me. The moment he did, something changed. It seemed like our moment yesterday had intensified things between us, and the heated energy spread, my eyes darting to his lips.
“Because you enjoy it when I touch you,” he whispered darkly.
He reached out, placing a hand on my neck, stroking the skin there, and making me feel how his warmth spread to me. God, it did feel very good , I thought, but I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen yesterday because now all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss him again.
Yet I pulled away and pointed to the documentary playing, making sure he knew where he should keep his focus. I heard him laugh a little, but he accepted my rejection, and I grabbed the bowl of popcorn just to have something between us.