Curious

Chapter 9

Olivia’s POV

The slight British chill was in the air and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled my head. Brad did not look happy that I just gave that guy my number. “What do you want Brad? It’s cold.” I mumbled, wondering why on earth he dragged me out here. “If I told you what I want, you wouldn’t give it to me.” He said, darkness but also lust in his voice. I had an idea what he was going on about but alcohol made me very playful. Backing up against the smokers wall, I let a suggestive smirk play on my lips. “Oh yeah, what’s that?” I whispered, close to his ear. I swear I saw him shiver. 

“Don’t f**k with me, Liv.” He growled into my ear, now it was my turn to shiver, slightly turned on by all this. I decided to push my luck that little bit more, like I said alcohol makes me playful. “Oh and I thought that’s exactly what you wanted.” I whispered slowly and seductively, moving closer with every word. I heard him grunt, I knew I had got him with that one. I watched as his hands curled up into fist and his eyes closed in frustration. His head shook slightly, probably trying to get the images I had just planted out of his head. He opened his eyes just to show me pools of lust looking back at me. I slowly bit my bottom lip, truly seeing what I had started and not entirely sure I could finish it. Brad rested his palm on my hip, letting his fingers slightly drum on my waist.

“Have you guys made babies yet? They'd be cute.” Drunk Beth, slurred and pointed at us. I had to let out a laugh at her as Brad stepped back and looked more frustrated than ever. I mean who could blame him, it was the second time our little moment had been interrupted. Not that I wasn't grateful after getting a little carried away.  “Shut up, Beth.” I laughed at her. “Come on then you two, the ride home is here.” She said, trying to look as if she was lecturing us but just ended up looking like a drunk person flinging their arms about. 

We got back home and everyone except Brad and I went back to their rooms, probably passing out in seconds. We just stood there for a second, looking into each other's lustful eyes. Have I always been this attracted to him? He was almost making me lose my mind as my eyes scanned up and down his body. His skint tight washed out black jeans, his greyish t-shirt that was baggy round the waist but tight on the muscles. “Finished?” He was smirking, looking at my drunk eyes checking him out. I gave a light shrug because quite frankly I don’t think I was finished. Before I could look a bit more, he came closer until it was almost impossible to breathe. “Careful Bellwood, I’m not sure you can handle what you’re getting yourself into.” He growled into my ear as my back pressed against the wall. My breathing had gotten faster and my knees a little weaker. Remebering who the f**k I was, I quickly flipped us round so that now Brad’s back was on the wall. I heard what I thought could quite possibly be gasp from him. “And I’m not sure you could handle me.” I smirked to him, running my tongue across my lips, keeping my eyes on his parted lips. 

Before I knew it, the taste of someone else’s alcohol was on my lips and a tongue was begging for entry. I was kissing Brad. f**k. As much as my gut was screaming for me pull away and go, my body was refusing to follow. The kiss deepend and somehow I had ended up my back against the wall again. My hands flew to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer. His hands were on the small of my back, creeping their way to my arse. I don’t know if it was just the alcohol but the kiss felt like nothing before, we both fought for dominance and much to my dismay Brad won every time. 

We parted for air, both of us searching for some type of answer in each other’s eyes. Was this right? Should we be doing this? Are we too drunk? We both moved closer for another kiss but something stopped us. A creaky floorboard symbolizing someone was coming our way. Not wanting to have to explain what the hell is going on, I quickly grabbed Brad by the arm and pulled him in my room, shutting the door behind us. With that, Brad started where we left off, the kiss getting more heated much faster than before. My hands slipped under Brad’s top, feeling his defined muscles. Wow. That’s all my mind could think before snapping right back to cold hearted truth. This was Brad. My cousin's best friend. ¼ of the world's biggest boy band. I should not be doing this. What would Lewis think?

The last thought hitting me like a tonne of bricks. I stepped back, harshly parting mine and Brad’s lips. He looked at me a little concerned. “We can’t do this.” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober. “It’s wrong, Brad.” I continued, looking away from his intense gaze in case I caved. “I know. You’re right.” He said breathing out heavily. “But I want to.” I almost whispered, sounding like a spoilt brat not getting her own way. He came over and kissed the top of my head. “I know.” He laughed, smirking at my obvious liking of his ways. When I looked up, I saw the door closing softly, letting me know Brad had gone. I let out a shaking breath and fell back on my bed. Why do we have to have morals?! I groaned to myself before peeling out of this skin tight dress and climbing into bed.