Chapter 35: CHAPTER 35: NOT FOR KIDS
The rest of the day and a few days after the opening day went by agonizingly slow and mortifyingly smooth. I said mortifying because none of my dears friends actually came to bother me with their excessive (yet justified) worry. They let me do my own thing and only came by every once in a while to help me change the bandage and brought me food and remind me to drink my medicine.
I am currently sitting in Allen's car, on our way tot he hospital to have my stitches removed and to do the final check up. My heart is in shambles. We haven't been alone since that day in the hospital room and were kissing like our lives depended on it.
So, to put it bluntly, I guess our agreement in forgetting what happened, happened, we (I) decided to just go fuck it and go with the flow. Bad decision? No shit. This will end in disaster. But do I care? Probably not. I should. Part of me do. Just a teeny tiny bit part of me, though.
"Do you remember what I told you?" the doctor who took care of me once again turns to me with a stern look and I immediately shift my head back to my current predicament. Apparently, I'm a not good kid who can't be told what not to do, whatever that means.
"I do, doctor," I smile my brightest but he just keeps on frowning before shaking his head which then makes me pout.
"Don't do anything to strenuous and regarding the scar, if you want it removed, I'll help you make an appointment with the plastic surgery department," the doctor says as he scribbles stuffs on his white notebook.
"No, it's okay," I decline since it doesn't matter to me anyway whether I have scars or not.
The doctor gives a noncommittal hum before he shoos us away with a few more warnings and reminders.
"It's almost dinner, what do you want to eat?" Allen asks as we walk back to the parking lot to his car.
"Cake," I tell him my craving.
"Cake is not dinner," Allen laughs helplessly, taking my hand as we walk into the dimly lit parking lot. "Let's eat noodle?" he suggests.
Butterflies going rampant in my stomach the moment his hand covers mine and even more so when he gently squeezes it. My mind only filled with the thought of him and I can only nod dumbly and at this point, everything he asks me, I probably will just nod dumbly at them.
So we go and get noodles.
There's this small place not far from the hospital that sells very good wonton noodle. The soup is clear, the noodle is chewy, and the wonton filling is very generous. The store is run by a pair of grandfather and grandmother who had been running it for more then 30 years and now, they are interning their grandson to help run it with them.
The place is small and nice and homey and the food is great and the company is perfect, I get back into the car feeling satisfied and sleepy.
I open my eyes slowly, noticing for a while now that we've arrived back at our dorm and there we are, sitting in silence in one corner of the basement parking lot. His hand still on mine caressing it gently. I must have dozed off on the way back. That's what good food could do to people.
I turn around to look at him and to my surprise, he's watching me already. I feel my cheeks getting hotter from his gaze but I can't bring myself to look away. He's just too beautiful. His bright blue eyes shine brightly as the light outside hits them. His facial features look strong. His soft hair is messy. His lips thinning and curling into a small smile, probably noticing my embarrassment. He reaches out his other hand and caresses my cheek, pulling me towards him gently before brushing his lips against mine.
His kiss is hesitant. He only brushes his lips against mine lightly. I lean in closer, encouraging him, circling my arms around his neck. I lightly pull him closer to me. In no time, he wraps his arms around me, kissing me more hungrily now, as I am. He bites on my lower lip, demanding an entrance and I give him, moaning as he slides his tongue inside and even more when he sneaks his hand under my shirt, caressing my back.
My whole body feels like it's on fire. I feel hot on the places he touches me and cold on the places he ignores. I grow more and more desperate, pushing him to his own seat and drag myself up and manage, clumsily, to sit on his lap on the driver's seat. He's evidently very surprised by my out-of-character-blunt-action. But I don't care. All I want is for him to kiss me more. And touch me more. And he does.
He keeps his lips locked with mine as he impatiently unbuttons my shirt, and when it's already unbuttoned, he lowers his lips to my neck, earning him a moan from me while his fingers are violating my nipples, making them hard. I shudder and whimper with every kiss and every touch. I moan louder when his mouth claims my right nipple while his thumb plays with my left one. I grab his hair, clutching it tightly as the teasing continues before I desperately grab his head up for another kiss.
Allen's hands trails down from my chest, to my waist, down to my hips then stops at my butt. He cups them, grabbing them tightly as he starts grinding against me.
I moan and trail my hands down to the front of his jeans, struggling to unbutton them. His hands leave my butt as he also struggles with my pants.
A sudden chill ran through me but then soon is replace by a burning desire when Allen takes mine and his erection in his hand and starts moving.
I can't help but to squirm as Allen's hands move faster, working with our hard-on. He is very big and hot against mine. Strange waves of pleasure wash over me. Lustful moans and whimpers slip out of my lips.
I arch my back, throwing my head back as we both reach our peaks and release our hidden desire. I slump against his body, panting. Still no words are being exchanged, only light touches and soft kisses.
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