I woke up to the whisper of my name brushing against the back of my neck, Donovan pressing against me with our skin completely bared, radiating warmth at all times.
Our legs were intertwined, as were our hands, and the sensation of waking up this way with Donovan was unique. Like everything connected to him, I could honestly say that this boy had me tamed and utterly entranced by how fiercely he was making me fall in love.
I rolled over in bed to be able to see his face, and he was still asleep. Did he whisper my name in his sleep?
That was simply beautiful… I think. I mean, depending on the dream he was having, it was beautiful.
His features were calm, serene, and a wave of joy hit me suddenly as I remembered every move and word from last night. The burning sensation in the insides of my thighs also made its presence known.
Donovan had been inside me five or six times, each one felt just as good, and it seemed we could never get enough of each other, never, not even when we slept and one of us would wake up craving more. The way we took each other, passionately, hungrily was wild, and at times, it was gentle, almost as if we felt reverence for each other.
I gently caressed the side of his jaw, half-expecting him to disappear and for all this to have been a wonderful dream, but he didn’t, he remained there.
Taking me by surprise, he slid his hand in a warm caress down to my hip and squeezed. Sleepily, he barely opened his eyes and then closed them again with a smile gracing his handsome face.
With a swift movement, he was on top of me, and I let out an inevitable shriek at his sudden move. I placed my hands on his shoulders, he lowered his head to kiss my throat and murmured in a hoarse voice: “Hello”
I bit my lower lip as he kissed my chest. “Hello,”
“How many times have we greeted each other today?” he asked over my abdomen.
He
Was
Going
To
Kill
Me.
“I don’t know, maybe, three?” I said, panting and praying to all existing saints for him to keep going down.
And… The damn alarm went off.
When I moved swiftly away from Donovan to grab the phone, he was already on top of me, leaning on my back and reaching for the phone on my behalf.
He was so fast it was scary.
When he silenced the alarm, his lustful gaze returned to me and with a chuckle, I let him know: “We have to go, it’s your fault I skipped school on Friday, it’s not going to happen again,”
He smiled smugly, and I knew he wouldn’t let me go easily. “Really?”
I was about to speak again, but he placed his fingers on my slightly parted lips to keep me quiet, and in the process, he also held the air contained in my lungs.
He licked the sensitive skin of my neck, knowing the exact spot that unsettled my calm. “Are you sure it won’t happen again? Because your hand squeezing my arm and pulling me closer to you, doesn’t match your responsible words,”
Was I squeezing him?
Yes, I was.
“Tell me, Alicia, should I stop?” He whispered on my neck, placing his hand on my heated center and teasing with circular movements. I hate him. “No, no, don’t stop.”
After another round of fantastic sex, I forced him to get his cute ass out of bed and take me to school, after sending a text to Cris so he wouldn’t. When Donovan parked in the school parking lot, Cris was waiting for us at the exit, his arms crossed and an angry expression on his face.
The moment I sent him a text at dawn because of Donovan’s foolish persuasion, I knew he would start to act out the “Drama Queen” within him and that I would have to listen to a big tantrum from him for leaving him stranded.
But I never thought his face would be completely transformed, aimed at Donovan, narrowing his eyes at the guy who just interlaced his hand with mine, obviously inciting Cris to hate him even more.
Knowing Donovan very well, I knew he did it on purpose. Damn provocateur.
However, I won’t say that my brain froze when I saw him show me a loving gesture in public. A sort of happiness and fear washed over me. What did that mean? We were dating and it could be public knowledge.
I wasn’t sure I wanted that.
I wanted him.
But I didn’t want everyone to know.
“So you stood me up today and Friday for him?” Cris started to question before I was even close enough. He was eager to yell at me and I was nervous about accepting his scolding.
Letting go of Donovan’s hand, I ran a hand over my face, trying to erase every move the boy next to me was making from my mind. “It will only be for today, Cris…”
“Or not,” Donovan concluded for me. I looked at him puzzled by his stupid behavior towards my friend and his jaw was tense, why did he see him as a threat? What was wrong?
“Shut up,” I whispered in an unfamiliar state, I wasn’t angry, I thought maybe Cris said something I didn’t hear and he did, and maybe that upset him. Or maybe he wasn’t clear on the fact that he was gay. Or maybe Donovan knew something I didn’t.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Cris asked, taking my arm and putting Donovan on alert. Before he could react, I caressed his cheek letting him know I needed to talk to Cris and he just nodded, taking it in stride.
“What are you doing with him? I thought you said you wouldn’t fall for it again!” He reminded me once we were at a distance where Donovan was supposedly not supposed to hear us.
How many times had I said that since I met him? Too many to count and I knew I couldn’t anymore. No more.
“Speak for yourself, the boy who every single time I said I wouldn’t, you begged me to do it,” I teased, trying to take the heat off his face. It didn’t work.
“It’s different, he can be…” He continued, trying to remind me of our argument last Thursday. God, I could never conceive that idea in my head, ever.
“No, it’s not, he has nothing to do with that guy.”
I knew that my face was darkening, turning into a warning. I didn’t know how badly I could take any accusations towards Donovan, and I didn’t want to find out.
“How do you know?” He inquired, placing a hand on his hip. Obviously incredulous of my near-aggressive behavior.
“I just do, alright?”
“No, it’s not alright!” He roared, losing his composure. “Listen, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“Donovan isn’t what you think. He wouldn’t be able to…”
“You’re not even sure of that yourself.”
I shook my head, almost covering my ears like a small child. “Don’t tell me what I am or am not sure of.”
“So you love him so much you’d accept the fact that he’s a drug dealer and a possible murderer?!”
“Yes! I love him! And he’s not what you think!” I yelled, flustered, wishing to return to the bed I woke up in that morning and not worry about what would happen when I walked out the door of my room.
I had to face my uncle, Jessie, Cris, my aunt, and myself. I had to face reality, and I loved the frenzy of the unrealistically perfect moments in my life.
“I’ll just say this, if he lays a finger on you against your will, I’ll kill him,” he muttered, looking me in the eyes and taking a big breath.
“He won’t,” I assured him, walking past him towards Donovan. He was leaning against the wall on a corner of the parking lot, watching me and waiting for me.
Just before I got to his arms, Cris caught up with me and put his arm around my shoulders. “So… you guys had sex?”
My eyes went wide and Donovan did the same. “Cris!”
I pushed him away and passed them both, hoping to get to my class before another uncomfortable question from Cris. But I could hear the footsteps of both of them behind me.
“What? We both know you were dying to do it,” he yelled after me, and a short silence dictated what would be my lack of patience. “You too, bad boy. Every time she turns around, you’re checking out her ass.”
“Shut up,” Donovan and I said at the same time, stopping dead in our tracks, right at the entrance of the school, where we could be the center of attention.
Great.
Putting both hands dramatically on his cheeks and biting his lip, he looked at Donovan and me as if he found us endearing when just five minutes ago he was berating me for being with him. “Aw, you guys are so cute together. A perfect match.”
“Shut up,” we said for the second time, but this time, through gritted teeth.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” Cris apologized, slowly approaching me. “Is he big?”
I knew Donovan heard, and he just smiled, waiting for my answer. Son of a… “Cris, I swear…”
“I’m sorry!” He apologized again. But I knew he wouldn’t stop. “Are you guys dating?”
When I narrowed my eyes in his direction, he rolled his eyes and looked directly at Donovan. “Are you guys a couple?”
Before hearing a response I didn’t desire from Donovan’s lips, I spoke up: “You have five seconds to go to your class if you don’t want my shoe landing on your butt.”
“Are you aware that that would probably turn me on?” Cris clarified, taking me by surprise, and I hit his shoulder.
“Go away!” I raised my hand to shoulder level and pointed with my index finger to the main entrance of the school.
“Fine, fine, you guys are so boring,” he stated, rubbing the spot where I hit him and backing away.
Donovan and I didn’t look at each other before he positioned himself next to me and brought me close to him to go to our class. “I think you should take your arm off my shoulders.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know if you realize, but you almost have a fan club of admirers who would be delighted to kill me when I leave school.”
“The risks you must run to be with me,” he joked, kissing the top of my head.
He was too sweet, and I loved it.
“No thanks, back off,” I teased, making a minimum effort to distance him in the hallway where everyone was watching us.
“Nothing will happen to you, Alicia, I won’t let anyone touch you.”
“My hero,” I murmured, pinching him.
“Something like that, you have to praise me.”
“Sure… after school, in my bed…”
… I’ll sleep on it.
That’s what I was going to say.
That’s what I was going to say, damn it!
If the bastard wasn’t so quick to respond with nonsense, he would have let me finish.
“What are you insinuating? Alicia, control yourself,” he said, putting a hand on his chest as if he were offended.
“You didn’t let me finish,” I rushed to say when we got to our class and he let go of me.
“I don’t want to hear the perverted things going through your mind,” he declared, waving his hand in the air like an idiot and trying to stop me from continuing.
“No, Donovan…”
He sat in his seat and put a hand on his face expressing pain like the bad actor he is. “Stop harassing me.”
“Drop dead,” I muttered, sitting down and turning my back on him.
He kissed a bare part of my neck and whispered in my ear: “Kill me.”