She shoved him against the wall, lips crashing onto his faster than his brain could register.
Every second felt stretched, like the world had narrowed down to just these two.
~mmmh slluuuk..mmuhmm
Then—
-WOO—FSSSSH-
Ravin shoved her away, hands flying to his mouth in a mix of disbelief and frustration.
He mumbled under himself palm,
"What the fuck...."
"...Why?"
He mumbled, staring at her with an expression of utter confusion.
she asked softly, tilting her head, almost vulnerable.
"Didn't you like it?"
He responded instantaneously,
"I have a girlfriend already!"
He paused, wiping his mouth off then spitting out the leftover spit in his mouth.
"I'm leaving."
He said blankly.
She squeezed her palms together looking both left and right in a looping fashion.
He exited, he walked.... Walking a mile and a half until he gave up and started waiting on a nearby bus at a bus station.
He looked down at his pants and sighed.
"Why the hell... Why the fuck ... Why on gods green earth... Am I still hard?"
He looked at the standing tower in his pants that wanted most DEFINITELY wanted more action than he did.
The bus finally arrived... And time began to speed up and slow down.
It felt like his life was flashing infront of his very own eyes.
Click.
He was in the bus.
Click.
He got off at his stop.
Click.
He was in his room... Not remembering when he even entered his house.
He crash landed on his bed.... Staring at the ceiling.
His thoughts.... Began to spill out.
Her hands. Her lips. That look.
And the ache in his chest, the tension in his body… the wanting he couldn't shake.
He let out a long, shaky sigh, closing his eyes but still seeing her face.
The memory wasn't pleasant, not exactly....but it wasn't unpleasant either.
It was sharp, consuming, draining in the way that left him simultaneously frustrated and craving more.
Minutes stretched like hours.
His body felt heavy, his mind restless, yet a strange kind of exhilaration ran through him, a raw, uncontrolled pull that he couldn't name.
He shifted under the blanket, multiple times, staring at the ceiling, heart still racing, mind still replaying her.
It was maddening. It was hungry. It left him restless, tense, and utterly unfulfilled.
He didn't know if he would ever see her again, but the memory of her lingered like a shadow in his room, a quiet torment that whispered of things he both feared and wanted.
As he lay there, drained, staring at the ceiling, he realized something he couldn't admit even to himself: he wanted her.
Wanted her in ways he didn't understand, in ways he couldn't control.
"Even if I did accept it....that would basically be cheating...no?"
That thought alone left him awake, trembling, and completely, unable to sleep.