The Golden Boy

Real

A steady thump was beating on the far end of the ridiculously shiny floor. And the lights overhead didn't help either as its reflection glared from the floor.

But all that was a momentarily inconvenience as my eyes eventually landed on the figure of the boy I was looking for.

Chase Peter Hartford

His back was to me and he moved side to side as he messed with the ball. His back was bare, muscles glistening—maybe he was sweaty—as they rippled with every movement he made.

Quite a show, if I'm being honest.

All that rippling and moving stirred awake a memory that I had thought I have forgotten. The memory of my hands gliding over his skin as his muscles flexed under my touch.

A whole ass shiver went up and down my body and my cheeks warmed like a f*****g frying pan.

I cleared my throat to clear my thoughts and it worked for gaining his attention, too. "Hey," he exclaimed, slightly breathless. "What are you doing here?" With a flicker of his attention and a twist of his wrist, the ball soared through the air and dropped elegantly into the basket and onto the ground with loud thump.

He came jogging towards me and picked a bottle of water from the bench pouring it over his head.

"I…I drive—" I wanted to smack my face in a punching bag for the apparent loss of words I was having, watching the water stream down his smooth body. I shook my head, rolling my eyes at the high ceiling and faced him again. "I was supposed to drive you and Matt home today but you didn't show up. So I came to call you down." I breathed out.

And then he just had to shake his head, making the droplets fly onto my face, and rake his hands through his stupid hair, making them stick out in all the directions and look cute and sexy at the same time.

Fuck. What s**t did I eat this morning?

"Oh. I'm so sorry, I forgot. Wait I—let me just wear a t-shirt." He quickly looked inside his duffle bag and snatched out a white one.

When he was putting the shirt down his head, my eyes unintentionally went to his stomach where I found what had used witchery to compel my eyes there.

Six f*****g abs.

Well, not like the ones on the heroes in action films but, definitely like the ones that every highschool girl wants to have slapped on her boyfriend's body.

"You are staring." His teasing voice reached my ears, disrupting the spell.

I looked up to see an unsure smile fidgeting on his face and the way his eyes were dancing all over my face, as if to look for something he had lost something there.

"Sorry." I muttered but kept staring like shameless i***t, but this time at his face.

His sharp jaw, perfect lips, pointy nose, scattered freckles and lastly, his eyes. Blue eyes. Like the lake waters. By far, his eyes were one of his most attracting features for me.

Not that any part of him was any less attractive.

A strand of his wet hair came tumbling down, blocking my view and unconciously my hand lifted up smooth it back. But my hand refused to come back down. It settled their on his jaw, feeling the smooth texture.

In front of my eyes his pupils dilated as his hand came encasing my wrist. "What…what are you doing, Fiona?" He mumbled, his voice little hoarse that tugged me closer like a rope.

"I don't know." I whispered, letting my senses scream in the back of my head without a care and chased the heat of his body.

All this proximity and privacy was getting to my head, reminding me of that night that he and I shared. Where I, surprisingly willingly, kissed him and even enjoyed it. Again surprisingly.

I hate to admit it but yes, I wanted to kiss him again. But I was a little hesitant, not because I told him that it shouldn't happen again and he will reject me—f**k knows that I know he clearly likes me to do that— it was because unlike the other day, today I was sober.

Alcohol, apparently, gave me more courage.

But, I was Fiona and I will never back down of something just because I didn't have the balls.

So, I stood there, waiting for him to catch up on my unusual intentions and make a f*****g move and put me out of my misery.

Now we're up too close. Only inches spared between us. Looking down at the gap, he gulped and I licked my lips in nervousness. His eyes caught the action and a recently found feeling fluttered its wings in my stomach.

Almost eagerly I leant in, trying to catch his lips with mine but he stopped me. "Are you—are you sure, it's a good—good idea? You remember what happened last time, right?"

"I do," I said, not even able to control what was coming out of my mouth. "But this time it's—it's different." It's different because I'm starting to like the way you stare silently at me when you think I'm not looking.

Like the way you look away when you get caught.

Like the way you smile at me like I smile at the screen playing an action movie.

I like you, I guess.

"Then, If we do it now, I want you to be sure that you want this and you won't be thinking of it as a mistake the next day. So tell me, are you sure?" He asked sweetly, his eyes expectant.

I nodded instantly. "I'm sure."

And the next thing I know, I was clutching his shirt, he was gently holding my jaw and our lips were gliding against each other.

Hundreds of sensations rushed through my body making me a little dizzy. I was again on that porch at that party and again he was kissing me.

But this time he was more gentle, more soft and more careful. I understood he was treading on thin ice because he was a afraid of getting his feelings crushed again.

Hell, I would be, too.

But I wanted him to feel secure that I am not going to pedal back this time from whatever situation this was going to put us in.

I wanted him to see that I was too trying to walk the bridge that was between us because I wished to see what was waiting for me there. I was scared of the outcome but hell if I wasn't all in.

I slowly crept my hands up his chest and to the back of his neck and stood up on my toes to kiss him better. With one hand, I directed his hands to my waist and got lost in the feeling of his soft touch.

As f*****g pathetic as it sounded…

He kissed me back with the same intensity as mine as our feet led us backwards and to the wall beside the door. My back connected with the door, giving me support to rise higher. His grip tightened on my waist as he leant back for a second, his eyes full blown and then he dove again.

No matter how hard we tugged each other, we still deemed ourselves too damn far, still tried madly to get closer. It was insane how out of my character I felt in that evolutionary moment.

I mean, just thinking about boys used to make me gag and right now I was practically a snap away from humping him.

Sucks to admit but…truth is supposed to be bitter, right?

His lips replaced themselves from my mouth to my jaw, peppering small kisses there. And then, I realized why girls liked it in the movies.

Like a shooting star, his hearty chuckle appeared and he smiled against my cheek. "s**t, is this real?"

I was about to confirm when suddenly, the door opened to our right and a voice called. "Coach Sanders is going to m**m my balls for showing my face here again but guys…where the f**k are you?!"