8

Previously: I go out and gently close the bathroom door. Turning around, I come face to face with a muscular chest.

Shit.

I put my hands in front of me but it hides absolutely nothing. He stares at my body. I don't know what he's thinking, but I'm red with shame and embarrassment, and yet I don't move.

My behavior is irrational and illogical, really.

Mike walks towards me but I'm not afraid, I don't move. I simply watch, in slow motion, what is happening. I control nothing, absolutely nothing. Neither my emotions, nor my feelings, nor my actions, nor my gestures. Nothing.

I feel my back touching the door. I'm wedged against her and now Mike's body touches mine. I let him put one of his hands on my hips and stick to me as much as possible.

We look each other straight in the eye. We are looking for each other. I have the impression that he questions me only by the way he looks at me. I don't let any emotion show, I stay neutral.

I should push him away! Why am I not doing it?! Why do my limbs refuse to put my hands on his chest to push him away with all my might? To spit in his face that I have a boyfriend and that I don't want to cheat on him or look like a bitch?!

His free hand sweeps over my face and caresses it gently. She still pushes back the locks that have fallen on my face. I have the impression that he is afraid to do something, he is afraid that I will reject him. That's what I should be doing, but it's obviously not what I'm doing.

"Jade..." he whispers.

It's my turn to question him with my eyes. He sighs and then his lips smack against mine.

I am surprised. I didn't think he would have the audacity to do it, knowing that there is River. I feel bad for River but on the one hand, I don't care. I don't even feel like I'm cheating on him, it's crazy!

I no longer answer for my actions. I wrap my hands around Mike's neck and tug on the back of his head to pull him even closer to me.

I am surprised by responding to this kiss. I feel his tongue on my lips and, surprising myself even more, I open my lips so that our tongues meet. It's an explosion of sensation that travels through my whole body at this moment and I don't want it to stop.

His hands go down to my buttocks. He exerts a little pressure on it, which gives me the instinct to jump. My legs wrap around her waist. He is closest to me. He presses me more and more against the door as our kiss is wild. Out of breath, we separate for a few seconds to end up picking up where we left off.

His hands are still under my ass. He takes advantage of it!

I feel the door no longer touching my back. We then move. He takes me to his room.

Is this really what I want? Will it really happen what I believe? Am I really going to sleep with Mike? Am I actually going to cheat on River?

A multitude of questions swirl around in my head. I put them aside. My rational side is, anyway, no way out.

Moans escape from our mouths without being able to stop them. We're not trying to do that anyway.

Our bodies are in harmony.

He swings me on the bed without sparing me. I watch him take off his shirt. Oh fuck, the muscles. When I said his body was muscular, I didn't mean that much. His abs are particularly well drawn. He had to spend many hours of work on it before arriving at such a result. It's not overdone either, as you can sometimes see. No, it's just right.

Not too'. Not 'not enough'.

He climbs onto his bed and rests his hands on my hips, looping them under my t-shirt. The latter has also gone up, so you can see my black panties. He doesn't seem to care, he kisses my neck as I throw my head back.

His caresses on my ribs tickle me and make me gesticulate. He stops his kisses on my neck, looks at me then smiles.

There, I feel guilty because I'm really aware of what I'm doing.

I don't want to hurt River. I'm not that kind of girl, all the same. I was brought up well and in no way to cheat on my boyfriend.

I find the strength in me to put my hands on Mike's chest and push him away with all my might. He frowns, not sure he understands.

" I'm sorry. I can't. I can't. I repeat, whispering.

I rush to leave his room. I lock mine and get into bed. I feel bad, horribly bad. I glance at my phone which informs me that I have a new message. From whom? River.

I don't know why but I start crying. I can't hold back my tears from running down my cheeks, previously caressed by Mike.

I am a monster. I am a monster. I am a monster.

I fall asleep, the tears having tired me terribly.

Awful is a weak word to describe me this morning. My eyes are red and swollen. I don't know how I'm going to be able to cover this up for the day. While I get ready, Mike's bedroom door remains closed. I don't know if he will get up. I don't know what to do, I'm totally lost.

I put on a little more makeup than usual, just to cover up my dark circles and puffy eyes. I just hope it will be enough and no one will notice.

I get out of my car and drive to school. I go straight into the classroom and I'm joined by Kendall. I had never noticed her before. Wesley is not in that class.

" Good and you ? I lied smiling.

" It's okay. I am exhausted! When I got home, I suggested Wesley watch a movie and it lasted a really long time so he stayed at my place to sleep but we had to wake up early so he could get ready in time and come over to his place before go back to school. She tells me. “How are you with Mike? »

I swallow my saliva askew. A knot forms in my throat and I dare not answer. I'd rather just nod my head at Kendall's sincere smile.

The latter offers to eat with her at noon, which I gladly accept. Mike didn't come to class this morning, I don't know if he'll be back this afternoon or for the option. I really wish he were here.

"You told me you had a boyfriend but… wouldn't you be like… Attracted to your roommate?" »

I frown and blush.

" No of course not ! I countered.

“Rh, Jade. You won't do it to me, I can imagine how attracted one can be to a guy like Mike. Wait but have you seen how beautiful he is? Please, looks like David Beckham. »

"You...are you attracted to Mike?" I dared to ask timidly.

She chuckles and looks me straight in the eye.

"I'll leave it to you, darling. He's not my type anyway. »

"What's your type then?" Wesley? I asked, more smiling.

She says nothing and purses her lips as she tries not to smile. And then I can't help bursting out laughing. It may well be that a couple is formed within our group of 4!

It promises eventful journeys!