Party (b)

<Elsie >

I'm easily annoyed, I also want to get rid of the various thoughts that are racing in my head. Wanted to forget all the nagging, comparisons, all the things I received all the time. My gaze stopped at a figure not far from the stairs. He rolled his eyes at me, which I greeted with a lopsided smile. Ryan Foster, who else. I put the long-legged glass on the table, then walked over to Ryan who was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

Without waiting for him to start first, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him. He kisses me back and pulls my waist closer. I didn't pay attention to the loud voices in this room, nor did I pay attention to the stares of someone not far from me. I felt a strange gaze, but couldn't take my attention away. That gaze had only a weak power to attract my attention.

There was no other feeling I felt when I kissed Ryan. Like a beating heart, or a rush of blood, also a small sting on my skin. None at all. Even though I did it with my boyfriend. That strange feeling had disappeared long since, I haven't felt it again in a long time, since someone present in my life changed me like this. Damn it, why do I even remember that moment?

Without taking my eyes off him, Ryan grabbed my wrist, away from the crowd of people who were busy dancing. We walked up the stairs, pausing occasionally when he kissed me again on the lips. It's easy to guess the type of guy like him. Yes, I know he's one of the playboys at school, but I don't care. I don't even care about myself.

Ryan led me into one of the rooms in Chloe's house. He closed the door, until there was a faint creaking sound, then put a sweet smile behind his sly smile. One step closer to me, he tugs at my chin, then presses his lips against mine, biting my lower lip. He pushed me slowly back, until my feet hit the edge of the bed, making me fall on the bed. In an instant, Ryan's body was on top of mine. His head moved away from my lips, moving on to kissing my neck, sucking it, biting it, until it made me moan softly. His hands moved deftly to lower the straps of my dress, while I was more interested in unbuttoning his shirt.

If this is the only thing that makes me happy and avoids the pressure, then I will.