(Desire)
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Melanie pov
"What brings you here?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible, my pulse quickening with every second passing by. [ Vaughn stares at me with those piercing eyes that have captivated me from the first time I laid my eyes on them. He tilts his head to the side and scoffs. "What brings me here? I guess I have no choice, since you never answered any of my texts and calls." His eyes dart on mine, as if trying to find what I'm hiding from him.
I gulp, bracing my self. It's so hard to do this when the person I've been thinking about the whole time is now right here, standing before me, making my knees go weak.
But I've made up my mind. This feeling is not worth it. Think about all the things in jeopardize, my heart and his friendship with my brother.
I'm such a weakling, but I'm just not ready enough to take a risk. Don't blame me, though. I have no experience whatsoever in love. All I can see are the images of those girls being dumped by my brother.
"I was busy," I say nonchalantly. "There are a lot of assignments and papers I have to catch up to." Yeah. Typically me. I feel so lame and pathetic to use this line to ignore him.
"Really," Vaughn mutters, his voice low, his eyes still not leaving mine. "Perhaps you can tell me what it had to do with you suddenly turning the other way when you saw me at the campus earlier today."
Shît. He really did see me earlier. There's no way that I can escape from this.
"That... I guess you saw it wrong." I tear my eyes away from him, turn around, and walk into the house. I can't face him.
He follows me, and the door closes behind him with a soft thud. God, help me.
"I know damn well what I saw, Mel," he counters, his voice firm. And I hate the fact that even under these circumstances, I still find the sound leaving his mouth sexy. Like, so much masculinity in it. "Are you ignoring me?" he shoots me the bullet I can't escape, his voice lacing with slight pain, and that catches me off guard.
Maybe... Just maybe... There's a hope that everything is not the way I think it is.
But I shake that thought away. No, I won't let him do this to me.
I don't respond to his question because I don't know how to, with all these emotions building up inside me. Silence falls. The atmosphere becomes tenser, and it's killîng me.
He scoffs. "I'm asking you a question, Mel," he says even though he should have got the answer by now. It's exactly what I'm doing to him. Ignoring him. God, I hate myself.
I feel him tensing up, whispering a curse to himself before his heavy footsteps draw nearer, making my heart beat twice.
No. No. No. I can't see him now. I don't think I can hide all of these feelings —
But the next thing I know is that he grabs my arm and spins me around, making me face him before looking straight into my eyes. A gasp leaves my lips from that sudden movement.
And I know that I'm doomed.
He locks his eyes with mine. My breath catches in my throat as I stare into his amber orbs, drowning in them. It feels as if the world stops and that he's the only thing I can see. All the other things and sounds around us don't exist, and time freezes. The only thing I can feel is his touch on my skin along with my own heartbeat racing inside my chest.
A smirk touches his lips, and his voice snaps me back into reality, "It seems like it's not only me who feels this. That kiss fûcking changed a lot of things, didn't it?" he whispers those powerful words so softly that I feel like my heart can't hold it anymore, my legs threatening to collapse. I involuntary shake my head in denial as I feel defeated. To make matters worse, the heat crawling to my face must have created a damn blush, making me feel even angrier with myself.
"The way you look at me doesn't lie, Melanie," Vaughn says. I feel so stupid that I want to cry. Pushing away from him, I step back. "It was a mistake," i shouted, talking about the kiss,my voice slightly shaking.
Vaughn shoots me a deep stare, amusement visible in those eyes. "Tell me. How was that a mistake?" His tone is playful.
I stare at him in disbelief. How can he speak of it so casually? Right. He might think that it's not a big deal for him, while it definitely is for me. "You won't understand it. A guy like you won't understand." I look down, feeling ashamed of myself.
It was my first kiss, and hell it was perfect, with him. He's perfect. Until I realized how stupid I was.
"A guy like me?" he asks, sounding offended.
I look back up at him, only to find him laughing in disbelief, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his chestnut hair.
"You won't understand, Vaughn," I say softly. "It wasn't some kind of joke for me," I blurt out the last sentence before I can even realize it.
He stares back at me, disbelief crossing his expression. And if I'm not mistaken, hurt. Like I've wrongly accused or judged him.
"So you think that it was for me," he says, deadly.
I swallow. Hard.
"In case you forgot, Mel. You know how much you mean to Jake," he hisses, and I feel like I'm not going to take the information lightly. This is too much to absorb for me. "And you definitely underestimate the friendship between him and me here."
I frown. What is he trying to say?
"You thought I was playing around, huh?" he says, his voice and intense gaze on me sending shivers down my spine. "If I want to play around, you'll be the last person I would consider," he makes his point, angrily.
My mouth drops open. What does that mean?
Is there a possibility that he thinks of me more than I've ever thought of myself?
But I don't want to hold on false hope.
"I didn't mean it to be this complicated." My mouth does a good job of denying everything that is being thrown at me. I swallow a lump in my throat. "I'm sorry, Vaughn. The kiss wasn't supposed to happen."
Vaughn keeps staring at me, but now I can't quite see his emotions. The smirk is gone. The irritation is gone. He just stares at me with a blank face, expressionless.
"Well," he begins, and my heartbeat increases rapidly as I wait in anticipation for his response. "I'm not sorry," he hisses, and with that, he grabs my arms, pushing me against the wall.
I'm now trapped between the hard concrete on my back and him, and I don't have any time to complain when his lips smack mine.
He kisses me fiercely, and oh boy, how wrong I was when I thought that I couldn't make out his emotions before. He literally pours all of them in his kiss. Frustration. Desire. Anger. Lust. Desperation. All of them I can feel from the way he kisses me. I gasp as he softly bites my lower lip, and he takes it as a chance to shove his tongue into my mouth and mark his territory inside.
He continues ravishing my mouth. Sucking, licking, biting, bruising my lips. Just when I think that it can't be any worse or fûcking better (I don't know what is right and wrong anymore), he grabs my hair and tilts my head so that he can deepen the kiss. I grip his shoulder for support as my knees start to give away, and that's when he bounces my body up, earning my gasp as I wrap my legs around his thighs, circling my arms around his neck.
My back is still pressed hard against the wall, and there is no space between us, my breast against his chest. The way he kisses me is enough to make my panties soaking wet, and I think that it affects him the same way as I feel his groin as hard as a rock against my opening.
Oh, God. Save me.
I don't even know when I start kissing him back. He makes me feel so wanted that I can't help but let myself lost in his sweet torture. The moment I feel his groin grinding my clothed pussy again, I let out a desperate moàn. Meanwhile, he's still kissing me like I'm the last air he needs to breathe, my toes curling off the ground from the sensations he's giving me.
Vaughn sûcks my lower lip, earning another gasp from me. "Vaughn..." I moan his name, barely a whisper and almost sounding like a cry. What is it that I'm pleading? For him to stop? Or not to stop? I don't even know anymore.
"Dammit, Melanie," Vaughn groans. He sounds like he's holding himself from whatever it is inside him that he's trying hard to fight. "Vaughn, I-"
I want you.
"Vaughn..."
My moàn sounds so soft and welcoming. There's no way that it sounds like a victim trying to break away. I'm officially a mess.
As his kiss deepens, I softly run my fingers through his hair while my other hand brushes against his cheek.
And I feel the tense on his body lessens with those gestures, as if I manage to calm him down a bit. His kiss softens, his tongue now playing with mine in slow motion. Both of us moàn in pleasure from the sudden change of our kiss.
"Say it," he rasps, his voice husky, filled with desire.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he bites and pulls my lower lip.
"My name, say it again," he commands.
Oh, my holy fairy godmother. He really enjoys this, huh?
Have I been moaning his name like a helpless woman? Like he's been fûcking me this entire time? Whereas he's only been kissing me.
But then, I can't help it because he makes me feel so good.
My eyes snap open at the sudden realization. He's the only guy I've ever allowed to touch me, kiss me. Of course, the impact would be significant. But what about him? How many girls has he made feel good? How many more of them will he make feel good?
Abruptly I push him away, startling him. The sudden frustration on his face is obvious, like I just stop him from doing the most pleasurable thing in the world. Like he's screaming for me to give my lips back to his Where they belong.
In your dreams, Vaughn.
"What the hell are you doing?" I snap, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, as if I'm disgusted, even though my heart is breaking.
Goddammit. If Jake knows about this, it will destroy their friendship in an instant.
"You should leave, Vaughn," I say bitterly.
"Melanie," he hisses, his eyes mixture of anger and desire. "Isn't it fucking clear—"
"Leave!" I cry out, so loud that it leaves my chest heaving as I blow up all of the emotions inside me.
To my horror, Vaughn throws his fist onto the wall next to me, making me jump and let out a small scream. My heart thumps wildly, fear rising within me. He pants, and I swear that his fist is shaking as it's now pressing the wall.
None of us says another word, and the only thing I can hear is the sound of our heavy breathing. He brings his face closer to me until his nose touches mine. I squeeze my eyes shut, silently wishing that someone will help me get out of this mess.
"Fine," Vaughn finally says, surprising me. When I open my eyes, he already pulled away from me. My heart sinks as I see the way he looks at me. It's bitter. "If that's what you want."
And that's the last thing I heard from him before he turns around and walks out of the door, leaving me slumping against the wall.