Chapter 5

Was this a dream?

I looked around and noticed that all eyes were on me.

Before I figured out what was happening, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the ground. "You're my best friend, Randy, and so, I am picking you!"

He chuckled and cupped my face, pulling me closer to himself.

"Desmond..." I muttered his name to make sure I was not dreaming. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, placing my hands on his shoulders. "You can..."

"My time is limited." Noah shouted and then started clapping, joined by others.

"Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him, kiss him !" they all chanted.

Their voices slowly disappeared from my head as I focused on Desmond alone.

The room grew smaller, and it was just us, staring at each other, waiting for who would lean in first.

He did, but instead of kissing me, he rubbed his fingers on my lips. "Randy," He muttered my name.

I blinked repeatedly and trembled as he pulled my head forward. "Randy," he muttered my name again and then leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

My hands dropped from his shoulders and I felt a rush of emotions, happy, confused, I couldn't explain it.

The warmth of his lips on mine was what I had always imagined.

Soft and gentle.

I couldn't help but kiss him back when his lips moved slowly against mine.

Blood rushed to my ears as I felt more of the emotions. My breath quickened, and I felt butterflies. I couldn't help but smile.

Baby steps.

I laughed in my head, satisfied with the kiss.

...........................

The party ended after the kiss with Desmond, and everyone started leaving, including Sonnia.

I had thought she would still be crying from the rejection by Samuel, but instead, she returned to her room after saying goodbye.

Now, left alone with Desmond, it was hell. We were both drunk, but he was much worse than I was.

He started singing while I pulled him from the ground to lead him into my room.

"Connected to your soul..." He hiccuped and pointed towards me. "Sing along with me!" He shouted at me.

I rolled my eyes at his foolishness, heaved a deep sigh, and started dragging him towards my room.

"No." He shouted and fell to the ground.

"I don't want to go home. I want to stay with you." He suddenly grabbed my legs and pulled me down.

I landed on the ground, and then he lay atop me.

What was this temptation? I thought as his face leaned towards mine.

The memory of the kiss returned to my head, and Desmond was making it worse.

"What are you doing, Desmond?" I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.

"Randy," He muttered my name and chuckled. "You look beautiful."

He kissed the side of my lips.

"You are so beautiful." He repeated.

Beautiful?

Did he just call me beautiful?

I refused to believe that was what he had said.

Was he saying that because he had always wanted to say it or because he was drunk? I had no idea.

It was hard to figure out what was happening in his mind.

"I want to kiss you so badly." He cupped my face and gave me a sloppy kiss on the forehead, and then he rolled over my body and sighed as he lay on the ground.

"Randy." He called my name, but I didn't respond to him and placed my hand on my head.

I blinked repeatedly as I stared at the ceilings, trying to calm my body from acting from the outburst of my emotions.

My heart thumped as I turned to face him on the ground.

"Desmond," I called out his name as I leaned closer until our face was so close enough that we would kiss if I leaned closer again.

I placed my hand on the left side of his face and sighed. "You are..." I paused, finding the right words to say. "I want to kiss you again." I muttered.

Desmond blinked at me without saying anything, and then he placed his arms around my waist and leaned forward, letting our lips touch again.

The kiss was much more passionate this time as our lips moved in a slow rhythm, and then he started kissing his way across my shoulder and down my waist.

"Desmond," I muttered his name when I felt his mouth on my neck again. "What are you doing....."

"Randy." He murmured. "You smell so good"

I felt his mouth on my neck again.

"Goodness." I moaned out as he sucked on my neck.

We were both lying on the ground, drunk and making out, forgetting anyone could walk in on us.

"Desmond." I gently pushed him away and stood up. "We should go to my room."

My voice came out like a whisper. I was unable to control it again. Desmond had succeeded in seducing me, and I couldn't keep it in again.

I wanted him so f*cking badly.

I grabbed his hands and pulled him from the ground.

He hugged me and burst into laughter.

I sighed as I placed my hand around his waist. "Do you remember my name?" I asked him to ensure I didn't do something I probably regretted.

Desmond playfully shook his head in response and started singing again. "Connected to your soul..." He laughed and clapped his hands.

I never knew that I would see this side of Desmond.

I laughed.

He is so cute.

"Very cute." Not realizing that I had said that out loud.

I cleared my throat when his eyes met mine, and he laughed.

"Cutie cutie." He pinched my cheek.

When we entered my room, Desmond pushed me against the door. He laughed against my skin even though I was still recovering from our make out.

My heart raced, and I gasped when he raised my hands above my head.

"Desmond, what are you....."

"Shush." He placed a finger on my lips.

"Stop talking." And then he kissed my jawline, then he trailed down across my shoulder and down my waist.

By now, I could feel the bulge in my trousers.

My lower member twitched, and my heart jolted in my chest when I heard his low voice again. "You smell good, Randy."

I was glad that he remembered my name.

At least, it was his way of telling me that he also wanted this.

He suddenly pulled me and headed towards the bed. "Desmond..."

"Shush." He placed his fingers on my lips again, leaned against my body, and whispered into my ears. "I fucking love your scent." He stated, and I felt his nose nudge mine and then the barest brush of his soft lips against mine.

Oh goodness.

I never imagined that my eighteenth birthday night would be like this.

I clenched the bed sheets by my sides on the bed.

I panted against his mouth, desperate and aching, waiting for more.