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"I'll drive you home."
I shouldn't have said that yesterday. I promised to pick her up and get her home after work tomorrow, just because she couldn't drive herself. Now I regret that. I could've gone to work without this feeling, but here I am, torturing myself. Especially after not getting the finish I needed last night.
"Why is it green already?" Her voice breaks my thought. I was staring blankly into the street, didn't even realize the light had turned green. It's not like it has been a full 15 minutes waiting at the traffic light; I just stepped on the brakes. "What's the matter?" I had to ask. "I want more time with you." She answered. I could feel her gaze even from the corner of my eye.
"Oh." I nodded.
Oh? What a normal way to react to that, I guess.
I deliberately slow down my car. Didn’t need to step on the gas that much. Hoping the next traffic light, I would have time for her. Maybe caressing her messy hair? Her arms? Or her thigh? I need to keep my chill until then. I let out a topic to chat about, to lighten the vibe or to hide my craving.
That’s it. There’s the traffic light, and thank God it’s red. I slowly hit the brakes, then shifted the gear to neutral. Pulling my leg off the brakes. My left hand automatically moved to the back of her head. Brushing through her pin-straight hair. That’s the only straight thing in this moment. Her right hand shifted from her phone to my bare left thigh. I was wearing a short skirt that barely covered my thighs to my knees, but her hands moved it slightly, brushing my skin. Even though our hands have changed position, the chat didn’t.
The light turned green. I still don’t want to let go of my hand from her hair. It’s warm, a nice place to rest my cold fingers from the car’s AC. My foot has already stepped on the gas, but my left hand is still brushing her hair. “Drive properly, please.” She teased. I could only let out a chuckle and bring both of my hands in front of me.
We were close to her house when she said, “Just park there first. Don’t go right away.” I obliged to her words. I carefully parked my car in front of her house. I noticed her family is inside. “There,” I said as I shifted the gear to park and pulled the hand brakes. “What is it?”
“I want a hug from you.” I opened my arms quickly. My head was not focused because my seatbelt was still on. She pressed the seatbelt holder and detached it from my body. Then she pulled my body to hers. Her head lay on my right shoulder. Our glasses are off. We just sat there in the most awkward position for at least 2 minutes before I could feel her sniffing my lower neck. That’s my weakness. Fuck. I tightened my hug and slightly shifted my seating position. “I like your smell.” She mumbled, still on my shoulder. I could feel her lips when she said that. I don’t know if wearing a low-back top today is the right decision or not. Either way, it feels like I’m giving her access to more of my bare skin.
Let’s not show anything for now. That’s what I plan on doing, but my body couldn’t follow it. I accidentally let out a whimper. It was quiet, but it definitely sparked something in her. I could feel her sniff, and kisses were starting to get higher on my neck. Oh, that’s where we’re going. If she’s going that way, then why should I resist it?
I hide my face on the nape of her neck. Suppressing my whimpers and heavy breathing there. Fuck. I could feel her smirking on my neck. She’s still busy there. Slowly kissing just below my jawline, not far from where I sprayed my favourite perfume this morning. She suddenly pulls back, and my breath obviously sounds disappointed. I don’t care how I look. It’s dark enough for her not to see it anyway.
We were face-to-face. Not even 10 inches close. No, closer than that. Way closer. We were exchanging oxygen through our noses. The tension is there, but when should I break it?
Fuck it.
I pulled her head towards mine. My hand is on the back of her head, gripping her hair. The other on her back. Our lips are touching. Slow but deep.
I don’t even know how long we were kissing there. My hand is still gripping her hair, pulling it slightly once in a while. The other is now on the collar of her shirt. There’s no intention to undo it, though. Her hand is on my waist and on my jaw. Deepening the kiss. It tasted like strawberry and coffee, reminiscent of her lip balm and my lipstick. Our hair is a mess and maybe tangled now.
We had to pull out of that kiss. It was addictive, but we cannot keep doing it. At least for now. We were panting and heavy breathing while still locking our gaze to each other’s eyes
“See you tomorrow?” I licked my lips while tidying her hair. “Hmm,” she hums, still locking her eyes to mine.
She hugged me one more time. Saving all my scents to her nose. Then quickly unlocks the door. “Text me when you get home.” She looks cute when her eyes look soft like that. She smiled and waved before slowly closing the door. I had to watch her walk to her door from my rear mirror with a deafening heartbeat.
I’ll see you tomorrow.