THINK ABOUT YOU / G-EAZY

13.

He pulled me with him to the back of the lounge and let himself fall on one of the sofas without letting go of my hand, he tugged on it slightly making me sit down next to him. His legs pressed against mine. His other hand found my cheek again and made me look up.

"You alright?" I just nodded biting my bottom lip. "You know, I won't let you cry again tonight." He added trying to find my eyes but I somehow couldn't look at him. 

"I won't." 

"Is this a promise?" He asked, frowning. And I nodded. "Why were you so scared?" He bluntly asked and that surprised me. Normally Gerald would go around the question to ask it but this time he wasn't. 

"The last time I saw him... I don't know, it... nothing happened I'm overreacting, I'm sorry." I said.

"What did he do?"

"Nothing." I said laughing it off daring to look at him again, I thought it would make him believe if I looked at him.

"You're actually a fucking terrible liar." He laughed.

"Is he still here?" I tried slightly shifting the topic.

"Yeh, he's staring, I think he might wanna hook up with me."

"What?" 

"That's the game, stare someone down until they feel uncomfortable, then wave them over."

"Ah, that's your game."

"I'm the master of that game." I laughed.

"What's the ratio with that?" 

"I survive."

"Sure you do." I leaned back and he did the same. "I'm sorry." I sighed then.

"For what?"

"Ruining your game, I guess." He furrowed his eyebrows. "The blonde doesn't look too fond of you now."

"She was so tiring." 

"Now you're lying, huh?" He laughed and looked down at our hands. Then he looked around, drinking from his whiskey. He seemed so serious looking over the crowd and for whatever reason I couldn't stop admiring him. How his jaw met his neck and his hair playing into that perfectly. How his lips touched the whiskey glass, and how his throat moved when he gulped down the liquid. His eyes observing sternly and still his soft hand still gently wrapped around mine. I looked at them again, how sometimes he would slightly press mine and run his thumb over the back of my hand.

"Kiss me again." He said and I snapped my head up and before I could start to laugh or say anything his lips were on mine, my head in his hands and this feeling that was going through my whole body, I just wished I could blame it all on the alcohol. But I was scared that this was deeper. Deeper than just the moment, deeper than me just being thankful he got me from Luke, deeper than the substances we were influenced by. I pulled on his shirt to get him closer to me and he did by putting some of his weight on me, his hand in my neck he started to trace kisses along my jaw line, while his other hand was tightly pressed to my hips.

I heard him groan slightly into my ear but he immediately tried to hold it back, "Fuck... I wish I could take you home." I heard him say but again before giving me any chance to reply his lips crashed onto mine again. Fuck, he made me go insane. Everything he did right now and actually everything he always did. I took his head between my hands and pulled him away a little. He looked at me intensely, his eyes were shooting between my lips and my eyes.

"I think he's gone now." I said. He wasn't really listening to me. 

"Mhm." He hummed. How couldn't he be scared to look at me right now? I was way too. I was even scared he was still this close to me. That his hand was still holding my cheek. How I still felt his breath on my skin. Somehow I still felt him on me.