''Ian Romero, the person I hate the most in the whole wide world. He turned the entire school against me, and then just left me alone in the hell he created.''
There's no one Cody Walker hates more than Ian Romero, who is the reason he has been bull...
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*Ian Romero's POV
"You didn't feel anything?" Cody asked. He was leaning against the doorcase, his eyes studying my room.
"Yeah, I felt absolutely nothing." I sighed. I was sitting on my office chair and I had just rolled over to face the visitor standing by the door.
"Have you considered it was because she isn't the one you want to kiss?" Cody asked. He seemed almost calm, yet tentative about walking in the room.
"Who would I want to kiss then?" I knitted my eyebrows.
"Me." Cody shrugged.
"You? No way.. I don't want to kiss a guy." I exclaimed. Even the thought was preposterous and I couldn't believe Cody had actually suggested it.
"Uh-huh." Cody started walking towards me. He seemed to hesitate only for a moment, before stopping right in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I yelped, when Cody sat down on the office chair — on my lap. Just like it was the most ordinary thing to do. He settled his legs on my sides, letting them dangle from the space between the backrest and the armrests. His body felt light on top of mine.
"Testing a theory." Cody whispered. Then he placed his hands on the back of my head and gently pulled me closer. So close I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.
"Cody, wait up.." I tried to object, but then I felt Cody's lips on mine. He started moving them leisurely, almost tantalisingly. I'm not sure why, but I was compelled to do the same.
I answered the kiss haltingly, but before I knew it, I was already indulged in it — and it felt like I could finally breathe. Kissing Cody felt completely natural as if he was something my heart had already built a home for. Like he was already a part of me.
I lifted my hands and entwined my fingers in his hair. Feeling the softness of his curly locks made me realise how much I had yearned to touch them. Many times I had found myself staring at his hair and wondering what it would feel like, but I never realised I needed to feel it so badly.
I pulled Cody closer, deepening the kiss and somehow my hand found his waist, pulling him even closer. Still I felt like I couldn't get close enough. The movement seemed to catch Cody out of guard and he moaned softly in my mouth, his lips still moving in sync with mine. He grinded his body lightly against my lap and I..
..woke up with a boner. I was even panting a little under the thick blanket in the comfort of my own room. Alone, since Cody never walked in. We talked a while in front of my home and then we said our goodbyes.
My following thoughts sounded a little bit like this: What the actual fuck, Ian? What's wrong with you?
I got up abruptly, pulled my hair and started pacing around my room. My next thought was this: Holy shit.
