To Love Thy Enemy

Chapter Thirteen

    He looked up at me and shrugged "Rough housing." He reached over and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels that was sitting by the bed, all I could see was the very dark purple bruise that sat on the side of his body. It looked like it hurt a lot, I stepped closer to him and he looked up at me with the bottle to his lips.

        "I finally feel taller." I giggled and it caused him to chuckle, I moved closer and took the bottle from him taking a long swig before he took it back. "You shouldn't be drinking. Where is your damn shirt?" 

    His eyes glanced at my chest and then away taking another drink, I shrugged "I spilled my drink on it in the bathroom." I said.

        I snatched the bottle and stepped back taking another swig before handing it back to him, "Where's your shirt?" I said. 

    He looked at me and raised an eyebrow "Your literally invading my space, this is my bedroom."

           He had a point but I was not going to be the one to point that out, I took the bottle back and we switched back and forth until the bottle was completely and we were both basically falling over drunk. Well I was falling over and he never actually stood up.

    We didn't communicate, we didn't look at each other we mostly stared anywhere but at each other. What are we, children who can't even stand to look at each other. I mean he could possibly not be trying to look at me for the fact that I was in my bra, but oh well. I wrapped my arms around me and looked at his dark walls, it was different from the rest of the house that had white and grey walls with pops of color. His room was dark, and kind of depressing, it was very clean and all I could think was that he was such a neat freak. 

        "If your not leaving at least lock the door." He mumbled.

    I looked at him thought about my options and how few of them I had without a shirt on, before stumbling to the door and locking it, I walked back over and he held his hand out and when I looked down he had a shirt in his hands "Put this on at least, you don't need to go out there with all the idiots." I didn't realized you care actually, I thought to myself.

    I nodded taking the shirt and pulling it on, "Thank you." It came out more like a whisper then anything, but he heard me. I kicked my shoes off and then slid my pants off, I picked a smart day to wear boy shorts. I stretched and the shirt lifted a little showing the bottoms of my shorts, and I quickly put my arms down. 

        "Why is your room so....dark." I said and looked over at him, only to see him staring at me. I didn't know if me being in here was such a good idea. But something was telling me that I shouldn't go and as our eyes kept contact something told me to step closer and before I knew it my feet moved me closer until my legs were between his and he was now staring up at me through hooded lids, I reached my hand down and touched his cheek and he leaned into it and his eyes closed. His long legs stretched out, one between mine and the other on the opposite side. It was just like my dream except it was a reality now.

    "I prefer the dark, It suits me." He spoke leaning more into my hand, I ran my fingers towards his hair taking in each detail. Like the scar above his left eye, it's barely noticeable. I actually remember the day He fell when we were younger , knocking a big gash in his head that was through his eyebrow and required stitches, It was one of the few times that he came with his family to visit in Italy. Should I admit my fault in the matter? Because I had tripped him, my fingers traveled into his soft hair and his eyes flew open and his arms were around my waist. Before I gave either of us time to think I climbed on his lap my legs straggling either side of him, his hand caressing my back as our eyes meet. We've always had this contact, no matter the place our eyes searched and spoke words that nobody could hear.

        "Noah." I whispered softly, one hand in his hair and the other gripping his shoulder. I leaned down and our lips connected, I closed my eyes and enjoyed this moment and he gripped me tighter causing me to melt into him and moan, this clearly got a reaction out of him because he deepened the kiss. One hand reached down and grabbed my ass and I whispered his name again, I felt like I was pleading and begging for something and I just didn't know what. Nothing I had ever watched prepared me for this moment, this excitement as it coursed through my veins. 

    He pulled away and leaned his head against my chest, I felt hot all over I wiggled and he growled grabbing onto my hips and held me still, but what he did was hold me against his very hard member. I laid my head on top of his and moan, why did I feel the need to take my pants off. I wiggle my hips again this time apply more pressure making us both moan, his fingers found there way to my bare ass and he gripped tight. 

         His lips crushed against mine and I couldn't help myself as his hands gripped my ass and he rocked me against him making me cry out, and he did it again and again until I was so tightly wound that I felt like I couldn't breath. "Catalina." He whispered in my ear. 

    Just as I was about to tip there was a knock on the door that made us freeze before snapping us back into reality and he stared at me with a very wild look in his eye, "Under the blanket's now." I nodded as he stood up fixing his pants and I crawled under the blankets as I heard him open the door and he stepped out. I tried to wait for him, but the bed was soft and soon sleep consumed me.