Falling For You by Ana Fuentes (best contemporary novels .txt) 📕

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“Okay then,” I reply, reaching for the button on my blue skinny jeans. I undo it, then I pull the zipper down. The whole time looking at Dylan. My face heating up. I slide them down fast, hoping he doesn’t look at me too much. Oh, thank god I shaved yesterday!
And then I’m standing by the wall in only a tank top and my underwear. Why did I get myself into this?
“Sooo...” I say uncomfortably. “Where were we,”
Dylan walks over to me, and lays his hand on my cheek. “Maybe here,” he murmurs leaning down and kissing me. His free hand, taking ahold of my butt.
I wrap my arms around him, and deepen the kiss. He lifts me up, and I feel him move, in a matter of seconds I’m dropped on his bed, back first.
I look up at him, my mouth open, my face on fire. Is this love? I think it is. Or maybe it’s a burning fierce passion. Oh, I like the second one better.
“Is this what you want?” Dylan asks me, looking down at me hungrily.
“I don’t know.” I answer, sitting up. I grab his arm, and pull him to me, “I just know I want you.” I pull him into the bed, he lands with a ‘plop’ and his body turned toward me. I turn to face him, and run my fingers over his face.
“I want you to Zoin.” He murmurs, taking a strand of my hair.
I close my eyes and lean my head against his chest. He repositions me so I’m on my back. I open my eyes, and find him hovering above me. I shoot him a confused look, but he just smiles at me.
“Just trust me Zoin.” He whispers, leaning down and bringing his lips to my neck.
I feel my skin catch fire when his lips come in contact with it. He then starts trailing kisses down to my chest. Leaving me breathless, and like the room is on fire.
Meanwhile his hands slide up my stomach, sending shivers through my whole body. My legs go up and lock themselves on his hips on their own. No joke, because I did not intend to do that.
Okay he’s basically leaving spit all over my chest, why am I not disgusted? I mean-
He stops me short, when his right hand goes inside my bra and his hand gropes my boob. I feel the stirring in my privates go up a notch, as his thumb starts rubbing my nipple.
“Dylan,” I moan, “What are you-”
He crashes his lips against mine, cutting me short from speaking. His hands still inside my shirt.
Okay, this is weird. But I like it. Scratch that, I love it!
He pulls away out of breath, “Can I take your shirt off?” he asks, stopping what he was doing with his thumb, and taking his hands out of under my shirt. I unwrap my legs from him.
“Please,” I reply, then I take it off.
“Or you can do it.” He says, grabbing the shirt of off my hands and throwing it on the ground.
Then he brings his head down to my chest and starts kissing me again. His hands travel to my back where I feel them search for my bra strap. Once he finds it, he unhooks it, and I see it as it slips of my chest on to my belly.
He stares open mouthed at my breasts, probably thinking about how small they are. My, um nipples standing erect. Dear, god this is awkward.
His hand reaches out for my breast, and he fingers my nipple slightly.
“Ohh” I groan out, puffing my chest up.
Then he probably takes that as his permission, because next thing I know his mouth is basically eating my boob.
Oh my god, is he a carnival? I mean carnivore.
I moan, as I feel his tongue dance around my nipple. And then it turns to sucking. Kinda like what babies do. I know gross, but it feels amazing. I grab his head with both my hands and push it to my chest. I grab fistfuls of his hair, as he continues to suck.
“My god….Dylan…Oh,” I moan, opening my legs as much as the stretch and humping his abdomen. God, I am out of control!
I start feeling moist, in you know, down there. Am I having an orgasm? What the heck?!
But, oh, it feels so good. So, so, so, good.
Until he pulls away, a crazy smirk spread over his face. He grabs my bra, and throws it to the side. He looks at me lustily, “Lay down all the way up on the bed,” he orders me.
“Huh?” I ask him, pretty sure that I look like an idiot, due to the fact that I was in ecstasy a moment ago.
“Lay down on the pillows,” he murmurs kissing my stomach.
Wait! What were we about to do? What does he want me to do?
“No!” I exclaim, sitting up fast.
“What?” he asks, looking at me confused.
I reach for my bra on the bed, when I grab it I put it on. “I cant do this Dylan, I just cant.” I push him off me, and stand up.
Dylan remains frozen, looking at me with confusion.
In the meantime my heart thumps heavily in my chest. I walk over to wall where my clothes are. I bend down and pick them up hastily. I slide into my jeans, refusing to look at him.
“Do what?” he asks, forcing me to look up.
“I’m gonna go now.” I reply, as I finish putting my hoodie on. I go over to his bed, and grab my tank top and backpack.
“Wait Zoin!” he grabs my arm, and stops me. I freeze, and close my eyes.
I am so stupid! I am so stupid. How did I let myself get dragged into this? How can I be so stupid?!
“Please Zoin,” he begs me, “Look at me.”
I open my eyes, and find him standing right in front of me. God, how can he be so hot! His beauty is unnamable its like- Wait! I’m getting distracted. He’s distracting me. I need to leave before he convinces me to continue doing what we were doing.
“I-I’m not feeling good.” I begin, “I need to go home.”
He lets go of me. “Oh, sure. I guess I mean, if you’re feeling bad you should leave.” A sadness enters his eyes.
“I-I” I stop myself, not sure about what to say. “See you tomorrow.” I say instead, walking away from him. I reach his door and open it without turning back. I get out, and close the door behind me.
I feel tears burn in my eyes. Oh my god, what did I just do.
I hear a door open, and close, “Zoin?”
Dylan! I turn around, and feel my heart drop when I see that it was Amy who had called my name. Not Dylan.
My lower lip trembles and my eye sight becomes blurry.
“Zoin?” she asks again, “Is everything alright?” she runs to my side.
Before I can answer she’s pulling me by the arm. “Here, let’s go to my room.” She says, stopping at a door covered with scenes of the Twilight movies. She opens the door, and pushes me inside.
With my eyesight not functioning properly I trip on something, and end up landing face first on her bed. And then the tear fest starts. Along with sobs.
I hear a door close, and her footsteps as she runs to my side, “Oh Zoin, what happened?”
“I-I”
“Does he know you’re here? Were you supposed to leave?”
“I-I I was leaving,” I answer, getting my face of her bed, and sitting on it instead.
“Ah, okay.” She responds, “Wait a second.” And then she runs over to her desk, grabs her IPod and puts on a song. A loud full blast song. She runs over to my side and sits on the ground below me.
I wipe my eyes, and look down at her. “Who-who are they?” I ask.
She smacks the air beside her, “Oh those are just We Came As Romans, Intentions.”
“Ah,” I whisper. I never thought she was THAT kind of girl.
“Anyway, what happened?” Why we’re you crying?” she asks.
“No it was nothing.” I reply, wiping the tears of my cheeks.
“Was he trying something on you?” she blurts out.
I take it like a slap on the cheek, “What?!” I stammer, my face heating up.
“You guys were gonna have sex weren’t you?” she practically shrieks.
“What! NO!”
She glares at me, “Then what was going on?”
“Uh, I- Uh,”
“My god, I knew it!”
“Knew what?” I ask, wiping my tears.
“That the moment you stepped foot into Dylan’s room he would try to fuck you.” She moans making a fist.
“Wait what? You already had a suspicion on what would happen?” I ask startled.
“Oh come on.” She grins at me, “You guys were almost doing it in the janitors closet at school.”
I blink back. What in the name of the fuck is wrong with this chick? Is she like a sidekick or something? God I’m freaked out. Does she know about Michael?
“Aw Zoin, don’t act surprised.”
“But how?” Is all I manage to choke out.
“How what? How people have sex? Really I thought you knew that already-”
"Amy stop! I know that, but what im trying to ask is how do you know what we were doing?" I blush as I finish my sentence.
Her eyes widen, "Ohh, Okay."
"Yeah," I begin, "Anyway, I gotta go Amy, Thanks for, for being here for me, but its getting late, and I um, I um gotta go do chores...and homework." I finish in a hurry.
I get up and get my things, I start to walk away, but stop and turn around to face Amy once again. "Thanks, I really am thankful for what you did." I turn around, open the door, and get out in a hurry. I race down the stairs, and out his front door.
Once outside I feel my tears start to fall again. I speed walk away, my eyes blurry with my tears, and my sobs getting louder with everystep.
Dylan, Dylan im so sorry for not being ready. Im sorry for not giving you what you want. Im sorry, Im sorry. Im so sorry. I love you.
I wipe my tears away, but I still feel my body tremble with every sob.
I walk around for minutes, until I find my street. I run to my house, and as I'm reaching for the door, a thought comes to my mind.
It's friday. I dont have to face Dylan, or Michael tomorrow. I have two days, just to myself. A smile comes to my lips at that thought.
Me, just me.
I reach for my key in my pocket, take it out, and stick it in the handle. I open the door, and im greated with the smell of Spaghetti.
Omg, I love you mom.

Chapter 5

 

"I'm home!" I yell, slamming the door shut.
"Hey baby!" comes my mom's scream from somewhere in the kitchen.
I walk into the living room, and find my dad sitting on the recliner watching TV.
"Hey daddy,"
"Hows it going sweetheart?" he asks me.
"Alright, dad." I say, not adding the