To Color Your Life

Justin was pressing the girl to him, tightly and carefully at the same time. His own T-shirt got totally wet from hers.

Emily felt all over her skin, how his chest was moving, how his muscles rolled, as if there were no clothes between them.

This thought exploded in her head and the blast wave scattered everything that still remained coherent and reasonable there.

She wrapped her arms around him, touched his muscular firm back. It was unbearably pleasant.

Through the hot fog she was looking at him, and again reaching for his lips.

Wait! What am I doing!

The sudden realization of what was happening washed over the girl, like an icy shower.

With great difficulty, as if they were firmly glued to each other, Emily unclutched her hands, pulled away from the boss. And with all her might she rushed into the room. She slammed the door, leaned against it on her side and took a breath.

Thoughts did not want to gather together. On the contrary, they scattered in different directions, but as a result they still returned to Justin, more precisely to his lips, shoulders, and arms, and back...

Enough!

Footsteps were heard outside the door.

She assumed such a turn, and was ready for it. She thought. But, as it turned out, she is not at all ready for this!

Emily fished out one thought, and that only thought was the most rational out of this crazy jumble of thoughts . She locked the door behind her.

Phew! Now I can take a break. And get changed!

She tore off her wet T-shirt, rummaged in the closet and found another - made of thick fabric. Then she pulled off her denim shorts, which also got a fair amount of water. Instead, there will now be sweatpants. Not the least bit tempting.

Well, now she's safe!

The door knob was pulled on the opposite side. It remained shut, of course.

She's in absolute safety.

"Come out," came the boss's voice.

Yeah, said the wolf to the Little Red Riding-hood.

Emily realized she couldn't get out. She has to do anything, just do not catch his gaze, otherwise, that will be it. The end.

She needs time to collect her thoughts! The conversation with Kelly and this unexpected appearance of the boss took her by surprise. She needs to prepare for this, tune in.

Damn, you fool, what are you going to prepare for?! How old are you?

Lord, she wasn't even worried during her first time, as she was now!

"I'll be in a minute. I need to change," she replied. It was much easier to talk from behind the door.

On the other side, the chuckle was heard. And Emily heard footsteps receding down the hallway.

She slid down the door and sat on the floor. Complete chaos reigned in her head. On the one hand, she knew what she wanted, but on the other hand... how scary it is to take the first step!

The memory of the kiss made her breathless. Emily closed her eyes and tried to calm down. But there is still dinner with grandmother to come!

She did not know how long she sat there until the footsteps outside the door rang out again.

"I put the food in the refrigerator. The tap in the kitchen is broken. It will be problematic to cook something," Evans said. "It's time to decide what we are going to do with dinner."

"Uh-huh," was the most Emily could get out of herself.

"Look, you can't sit there forever."

It was true. But she doesn't have to agree!

"Why? I actually can."

"Come out! You don't think I'm some kind of maniac, do you? I will not jump on you. I won't even touch you with a tip of my finger! If you want, we won't even discuss what happened. Let's just discuss the dinner. If you're not ready, I'll pretend that nothing special has happened. Although I can't imagine how this is possible."

It sounded tempting. Generally, under such conditions, she could go out and think about what to do with dinner. And then discuss everything that is happening and further plans.

Yes, that will be right. She is not twenty years old to throw herself into the rabbit hole, and Justin Evans is not the kind of person with whom you should lose your head. Although she really wanted to. It's better to sit down like adults and discuss everything from the get to.

"Really?" Emily asked incredulously.

"Sure! Anybody would do the same should he be in my position," came a confident voice from behind the door.

She hesitated just a little longer, got up from the floor. She froze in indecision and still clicked the lock.

The door flew open. And in the next moment Emily was in a strong embrace, and her lips - in the captivity of a hot mouth.

It was useless to resist this pressure.

"You promised," she gasped as they broke the kiss for a moment to inhale.

"So I deceived you," Justin whispered in her ear and pulled her closer to him.

Probably, she should have been angry - at him, at herself, and at the fact that everything is not going at all the way she imagined a new relationship. In fact, everything was absolutely different.

From the very beginning, everything was strange and unpredictable.

But it's hard to be angry and kiss at the same time. And she wanted to kiss more.

Her inner world was shaken by Justin Evans, who burst into the girl's life like a twelve-point earthquake, after which even the lithospheric plates were displaced.

"What about dinner?" she managed to ask when they paused again for a moment to breathe in air.

The boss's hands had already slipped under her new (completely unattractive and dry) T-shirt. They burned the skin, forcing Emily to bent towards the man and snuggle against him even tighter.

"We'll go to the restaurant," he said, kissing her cheek with hot breath, and again covered her lips with his own.

That's insanity! It is completely impossible to talk! And there was something to discuss.

"This will be a deception. Grandma is waiting for me to cook dinner. You already brought food from the restaurant." Emily whispered, almost fainting as soon as she had the opportunity to say something again.

"Just a monstrous deception, I agree," Justin didn't argue.

Instead, he grabbed her in his arms, and in two steps they were next to the bed. And a moment later they were already on the bed.

"Your T-shirt..." She swallowed with a dry throat. "It's wet..."

"Indeed it is." He let go of her for the first time just to remove an extra piece of clothing in one motion.

The back of her head instantly felt cold, as if a piece of ice had been applied to it, and Emily froze in anticipation.

Now he does not hold her, does not press her to him, does not kiss her with a hot, greedy mouth, does not squeeze her so that the bones melt. He's just looking...

Looking with a darkened, dangerous gaze. Waiting.

Time. It's time now, right now, to stop before it's too late. Run away, step back, crawl into a safe and secure shell, pretend that nothing happened.

As if you felt the adrenaline, standing on the very edge of the abyss. These emotions are enough to remember in the future. But the annoying thought, "what would happen if I took a step forward?" will torment until the last breath.

It turns out that falling in love again is much scarier. You already know what it feels like to fall into the abyss when your wings were torn off.

She could have said no and he would have listened. Emily was sure of that. But then she would never know how he breathes, how he moves, how his muscles roll under the hot and damp skin, how his forehead glistens with sweat when he...

She won't know how it feels when she and he...

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Goosebumps ran through the body, the girl exhaled, but it was more like a broken moan.

He knew at once that she had surrendered.

However, he did not move, only something blazed in the depths of his darkened eyes. And from this heat, the ice in the back of her head instantly melted and boiled, responding with a sweet prickly flash in the stomach.

Emily licked her lips and reached out to touch the hot, slightly damp skin of the man. Carefully, as if she was afraid of getting burned.

She reached out to his very face and gently touched his lips with hers. "Will you help to take off my T-shirt?"

"With pleasure."

Like lightning flashed from top to bottom, blowing all the brakes to hell. In the next moment, male strong hands gripped her pressing her into his body.

She felt giddy, the ceiling swayed and spun, and there was nothing important in the whole world - only his hands and hot lips that glided over her body.

Love is a flight. But people are not birds. They can't fly.

So why not spread the arms and step into the abyss to fall higher and higher?