Chapter 14: This Time, I'm Telling You, I'm Telling You

Chapter 14

Eros Dylan Donovan

This Time, I'm Telling You, I'm Telling You

As I take a seat from the couch, my eyes won't shut. I can't sleep. I want to talk to Mike. I want to clarify some things with him. My mind keeps replaying what happened earlier, to the moment we kissed hungrily. From my perspective, it was because I got curious, didn't I? I sure wasn't curious, but why the hell did I do it? It had something to do with curiosity, or was I making a valid reason for me to believe it? To believe that I was just curious that's why I kissed him? To feel the need to kiss him?

Sighing, my guts keep clenching at the thought. Mike had basically run off to avoid things between us. He initiated the second kiss, which meant he liked the first one. I remember the way he pressed his lips against mine, it was so soft, so swift, that I didn't expect it. At first, he looked at my lips, observing it, his hands were on my face, his thumbs brushing the corners of my lips. He was looking at it absentmindedly, and that's when he leaned up and captured my lips. He tasted like the ice cream we just had. So sweet and tasty and delicious. I wanted more. The feeling was so overwhelming I couldn't think at all. It was the kind of feeling when you were so happy you just wanted to die. It was the kind of feeling that you weren't thinking at all but still you were aware of what's happening. It was the kind of feeling that you were being reborn. I have experienced those feelings all at once.

Someone's car has stopped in front of us, the engine dies, followed by the sound of the doors being closed. I stand up and walk over the window to take a look, and I find that it's Mike and... the guy. The guy that bumped Mike in the theme park. I can feel the anger boiling inside me as Mike and Ezerette, I believe his name, walk together to the front porch. I go back to the couch and wait for the mini exchange to stop. I hear they're exchanging numbers and they are laughing. I have to fist my hands to stop myself. I don't why I'm getting mad or angry. I just don't know.

The car roars back to life and zooms away. Mike enters the house, looking happy and satisfied. I frown at his happy expression and that's the moment he sees me, his eyes widen, and lets out a sigh of relief as he realizes it's me.

"Took you long enough," I say gruffly. He looks at me immediately and scrunches up his nose in confusion. I don't know why I'm being grumpy all of a sudden. All I know is that I don't want that Ezerette guy being around Mike.

"Why are you still awake?" He asks me, tilting his head.

"I was waiting for you," I say coldly. Even my tone of voice surprises me. I barely raise a tone of voice, or even say a thing with an inappropriate tune. It does happen sometimes, but I never expected that that tone of voice would come out at this situation. Because it shouldn't be. The fact that the dark side of me is getting out would be enough to get a hold of myself, but I can't. "We need to talk."

He freezes, gulps, and waves his hand. "There's nothing to talk about."

"There. Is," I insist, gritting my teeth as I try to contain myself from being a beast. "Something. We. Need. To. Fucking. Talk. About. And you damn well know it."

Mike rolls his eyes at me and walks by, passing me in the process. I catch his forearm and pull him back and he nearly stumbles. He glares at me and his nostrils are basically flaring.

"What the hell is your problem?" He asks grudgingly, spatting out the words.

"You being a brat is a problem," I state, holding his forearm firmly. "I said we needed to talk about what happened earlier, and... That Guy, Ezerette."

"It's Everette," he spats back.

"Well, from what I heard back then, it was Ezerette." I counter, clenching my jaw. It disgusts me to say his name, but I have no choice. "You guys were talking face to face, and yet, you haven't heard him right. That's kind of awkward. I mean, I know you were trying to defend yourself, but you're in the wrong spot, buddy."

"Fuck off, Eros." He spats. He puts his hands in a fist so hard it's starting to turn white, then he turns around and he's ready to walk away when I push him back again. He tries to punch me with his right arm but then I quickly duck so it won't hit me, then I grab it and put it behind his back. He groans.

"Don't shout, you little brat. You could wake your mum and Brad!" I hiss to his ear. He shivers and murmurs and then he shrugs off my hand.

"Don't you call me a brat,"

"No, you're being a brat,"

"No, I am not!" He protests, glaring daggers at me.

He runs away, into the kitchen so I follow him there. Mike opens the fridge, grabs a orange juice pitcher, places it on the table, grabs a glass from the cabinet, and pours himself an orange drink. He chugs it down in seconds.

"See, you're being a brat." I mutter, scratching my forearm, rolling my eyes at him.

"Don't call me that," he insists. "I said I'm not a brat!"

"Yes you are," I say, pinning him on the table.

Mike looks at me incredulously, his eyes widening in shock. Pinning him on the table is kind of sexy and hot. But... fuck. I shouldn't be thinking this way, but the temptation is too much I can't handle it.

He is tempting. His lips are slightly parted and I want nothing but to place my lips on his and let the moment take us away. But I can't do that.

The atmosphere around us becomes hot, and I can sense something is bubbling inside me. Mike just looks at me, and there's something in his eyes that I recognize. Because I used to give looks like that a long time ago when I was at a young age. Of course I was a horny teenager back then.

Lust.

The orbs of his eyes widen, and it is dilated. He nearly bites his lips but he immediately puts his lips in a thin like as he realizes what he's doing. I just stare down at him and he sighs. God.

Mike is surely so handsome.

I just notice that he has rosy cheeks, his eyelashes are longer, making his eyes more breathtaking and awesome. It's probably one of his traits and the girls are probably drooling over at him, and I don't know why I'm jealous. I nearly growl at that thought of girls being around Mike, putting their filthy hands all over him.

I've been staring at Mike for so long he starts to lean up and hovers his lips onto mine. I feel the shiver going down my spine as he keeps torturing me. He must have realized what he's doing because he quickly pulls back. I do us a favour.

I kiss him full on the lips.

My lips move against his, as if it's doing a dance on its own. The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering wildly, and the beast, the beast is still safely caged. But it's starting to break the bars that keeps him jailed. Mike puts his hands around me and deepens the kiss by tilting his head to the side and our breathing becomes ragged. I cup his face with my hands and kiss him passionately. My eyes are shut and we don't care what's around us. That's a risk.

What if Mel sees us? What if someone sees us kissing? We're dead if that happens. We don't want troubles in our lives. Yet, I'm still kissing him, and our groins to rub each other, and we're both moaning and panting, and both our juniors are hard.

"Dad?" Brad says and both Mike and I jump off each other. Mike straightens his shirt and fakes a cough rather loudly. Shit. Did Brad see it? "I'm thirsty," he says groggily. I immediately open the fridge, get the water pitcher, and pour him a drink. I give it to him and he takes it from my hands. He tips his head back and drinks the water.

"Okay now?" I ask him, watching him rub his eyes in a cute manner. He nods.

"Mike, why aren't you sleeping?" Brad asks Mike and Mike just gives him a shrug.

"I'm going to sleep now that you've mentioned it," he mumbles as he scratches his right cheek. "C'mon, Brad. Let's go up and sleep."

I want to stop him, because I want to continue what we were doing before Brad came up and destroyed the moment. But I get a hold of myself and release a bunch of curses because I freaking don't know what's happening to me.

Heading to the left side of bed, Mel is on the right, I go inside the covers. I'm contemplating if I should give Mel a goodnight kiss from her temple, but I can't, knowing that I have cheated on her with her son. It's... sickening. But... not so. Urgh.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I take a sleep, running in my mind the thought of 'it's just a phase' thing. But I know it's not. It's not I'm going through a phase. If I want something, I know it.

I want Mike.

I take a sleep.

Dreams. Wild. Intense. I'm having a wet dream.

Mike is in it, meowing and writhing underneath me.

I wake up sweaty and hard