KISS ME PLEASE 4
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Chapter 4:
The Sleepover
Lily’s room felt smaller once the decision was made. I sat cross-legged on her bed, trying to look relaxed while my heart beat so loudly I was sure she could hear it. She moved around comfortably, pulling out extra pillows and a soft blanket from her closet.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” Lily asked, glancing over her shoulder with those bright blue eyes. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m more than okay,” I replied quickly, maybe too quickly. “Honestly, I’m glad you asked. Walking back to my dorm at night sounds awful right now.”
She smiled and climbed onto the bed beside me, close enough that our knees touched. “Good. I’ve been wanting more time with you anyway. Feels like we barely scratched the surface at the cafe.”
We started talking about school again, but my focus kept slipping. Lily was wearing that thin tank top, and every time she shifted, the fabric moved across her chest in a way that made it impossible not to notice her full breasts. Her v-neck dipped low, revealing smooth skin and just enough cleavage to make my mouth go dry.
“So my literature professor is insane,” Lily said, laughing as she leaned back against the headboard. “He assigned three books in one week. Three! Who does that?”
I forced myself to laugh along. “Mine’s the same with history essays. I stayed up until two yesterday finishing one. But honestly… right now I can’t even think about assignments.”
Lily tilted her head, studying me. “What are you thinking about then?”
Your lips. How soft they look. The line of your jaw. Sliding my hand down to your chest. God, I want to taste you.I thought to myself.
“Hmm… nothing important,” I stammered, looking away. “Just tired, I guess.”
She didn’t push, but she did move closer, stretching to grab her water bottle from the nightstand behind me. Her breasts brushed against my shoulder, soft and warm through the thin fabric. I sucked in a quiet breath, my n*****s tightening painfully against my sweater.
“Sorry,” she said innocently, settling back. “I keep reaching over you.”
“No problem,” I managed, my voice slightly higher than normal. My thighs clenched together as heat spread through my core. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.
We kept talking, but my mind wandered more with every minute. I imagined leaning in and kissing her neck, trailing my lips down to that perfect cleavage. What would she sound like if I touched her? Would she moan my name?
“Ella?” Lily’s voice pulled me back. She was smiling curiously. “You keep disappearing on me. Everything alright?”
“Yeah, sorry,” I said, laughing nervously. “I’m just really happy to be here. It’s been a long week of barely talking to you. I thought maybe I scared you off.”
Lily reached over and squeezed my hand, letting her fingers linger. “You didn’t scare me. If anything, your texts made me smile. Especially the one about wanting to melt in my arms. It was sweet.”
“It was honest,” I admitted softly. “Your hugs feel… different. Safe. But also… more.”
She held my gaze for a moment, something unreadable flickering in her blue eyes, before she looked away. “I felt it too.”
Night fell quickly outside the window. We changed into comfortable clothes me in an old t-shirt I’d brought, her in tiny sleep shorts that showed off her long, toned legs. We lay side by side on her bed, the lamp casting a soft glow over us. Only a few inches separated our bodies. I could feel the warmth radiating from her.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Lily suddenly sat up, propping herself on one elbow. Her dark hair fell over one shoulder as she looked down at me.
“Ella,” she said, her voice lower and playful. “What’s the one thing you want me to do for you right now?”
I blinked, caught completely off guard. “I… wait, why are you asking that?”
She shrugged with a small smile, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Nothing serious. I’m just bored and I want to play a little game with you. Truth or dare kind of vibe, but simpler. So tell me — what do you want me to do right now? Anything at all.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. This was dangerous territory. I could feel my cheeks burning. I swallowed hard, staring into those mesmerizing blue eyes.
“Will you actually do it if I tell you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her expression turned serious, but warm. “Yes. I promise.”
I took a deep breath, gathering every bit of courage I had. The words left me before I could stop them.
“Kiss me, Lily. Please.”
The room went completely quiet. I expected her to pull away, to laugh it off, or tell me I was crazy. Instead, she stayed perfectly still, searching my face like she was looking for confirmation.
I waited, terrified and hopeful at the same time, wondering if I had just destroyed everything between us.
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