Willow glanced once at Sterling's lips, and found that she couldn't look away. She tried…and tried…tried again, but they were too tempting. The way he bit his plump, pink lips; it was almost like he was trying to kill her.
Willow barely registered the question, but managed to murmur an 'okay' in return. What was this boy doing to her?
Sterling headed to his room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it with a sigh, wishing he could just go back there and press his lips to hers. And why couldn’t he…?
He hummed thoughtfully and went to get a hoodie for her to wear. Once he grabbed one, he walked back to the guest room to hand it to her.
Willow’s head perked up when she heard him walk back, abandoning her count of how many scuffs she could count on her sneakers. Jumping up from the bed, she walked up to him, her mind racing. He was definetly looking at my lips earlier… What if he kisses me now? Would his lips feel as soft as they looked?
“Hi,” she said a bit breathlessly, a little too much for her own liking.
“Hey,” Sterling greeted her with a small smile. He held the sweatshirt out for her, the space between them shrinking slightly. “Here’s this for you.”
Willow took the sweatshirt from him, feeling the soft material under her fingertips. “Thank you, Sterling,” she said, smiling softly at him. Slipping on the hoodie, she found it to be as soft as it felt, and it instantly made her feel warmer. The sweatshirt almost swallowed her whole, the sleeves going a bit past her fingertips.
And it smelled a whole like Sterling too; of cinnamon and coffee, smells Willow enjoyed greatly. Looking back up at him, she shyly spoke. “So, how does it look?” The words slipped from her mouth before she could hold them back, and her cheeks reddened. Nice going, Willow.
Sterling could hardly breath was he watched her slip his hoodie on. There was just something about someone else in your clothes that was just… indescribable…
"You look good," he breathed, stepping forward so they were toe-to-toe and brushing a stray hair from her face. "Can I ask you something?"
“Anything,” Willow said breathlessly. Her eyes dropped down to his lips, and she licked her own. Sterling was close to her, their bodies almost touching, and she wanted them to be closer still.
Willow felt like her body was on fire, and it wasn’t because of the temperature. Sterling made her feel like she was… alive.
"There are two questions, really… First, would you like to go out with me sometime? We could go for lunch or dinner or something," Sterling started, not missing the direction her eyes went or the movement of her tongue across her lips. "And secondly… May I kiss you?"
“Yes to both,” Willow said softly, eyes still on Sterling’s lips. She inched closer to him until their bodies were practically touching. She had to restrain herself to not touch Sterling, not to run her hands through his hair, not to trace the outline of his lips.
Sterling grinned before leaning down and capturing her lips in his. He gently cupped her cheeks in his hands, holding her close.
Willow moved her lips against Sterling’s, caught in a haze of euphoria. She moved her hands up and down in chest before settling them on his shoulders. His lips were exactly like Willow imagined them; soft and plump.
Sterling let his hands settle on her waist, gently pulling her closer. This was what he’d wanted ever since he’d seen her in the hall the other day. Now that he had it, he found he couldn’t get enough.
Willow began to run a hand through his hair, gently tugging it, trying to get a reaction out of him. Everywhere Sterling touched lit up in a way she couldn't hope to explain. Tilting her head, she deepened the kiss, wanting to get more.
Sterling groaned a bit at the feeling of her hand in his hair. Stupid hair… It was really his only weakness when it came to stuff like this.
When she deepened the kiss, he pressed harder. He nudged her mouth open slightly with his lips, hoping it would get some reaction out of her this time.
Willow gasped as Sterling pressed harder, granting him access to her mouth. She tugged his hair harder, wanting to hear the groan again. This boy before her had made her feel more alive than she had in the past few months, and she loved it.
Sterling chuckled a bit at her gasp and carefully bit down on her lip. He didn't want to scare her away, but the hair thing gave him a little more confidence in this area.
Willow groaned, and pressed herself closer to Sterling, desperate for more contact. She had never been touched like this, kissed like this, and she wanted more.
With a small smirk, Sterling pulled away, resting his forehead on hers.
“Okay… Thank you for that, but I think we should stop before one of my parents comes up,” he murmured. “But we can definitely continue this later…”
Willow pouted slightly, before smirking herself. “Well, only if we can continue this later…” she said softly, a certain tone to her voice. Biting her lip, she pressed one last kiss to Sterling’s lips and took a step back, glancing once more at his slightly swollen lips. I did that.
Sterling raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head with another soft chuckle. “Okay, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything, all right? And don’t be afraid to raid the fridge if you get hungry.”
Willow nodded in response, suddenly shy again. A voice resembling too much like her mother popped her little bubble of happiness.
He’s acting like you two didn’t just make out. He probably regrets it, kissing a girl as dirty as you. And he’s thinking right now about how he’s going to kick you out tomorrow. I mean, look at you! Greasy hair, fat body, smelly clothes; you’re the least attractive person he’s probably dated! And he wouldn’t even spare a thought about dating you, considering how bad you’re at flirting. Kiss your Sterling goodbye!
She tried to push the thoughts down, like she did with all the others, but they still rung true in her mind. Willow’s smile dropped for a moment, but she plastered another one back on, obiously fake.
Sterling’s smile softened and he cupped her face in his hands. Gently tilting her head down a bit, he kissed her forehead.
“I’ll just be in my room, okay? If you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to knock,” he offered softly.
"I will," Willow said quietly. His hands were warm, and so were his lips. I'll miss the warmth. "I think I'm gonna take a nap," she added softly.
“All right. Sleep well,” Sterling said, gifting her a small smile before he slipped out of the room and into his own.
Plopping down onto his bed, he sighed, staring up at the ceiling. What was going on with him? He could normally handle himself better than this! Maybe he shouldn’t have kissed her so soon… But… He had enjoyed it… And it seemed like she had, too.
Willow sighed and closed the door after he left, shutting it with a light tap. Climbing into the bed, she burrowed herself in the blankets and quietly screamed. Sterling Ainsley kissed me. Me! The blush had returned full force on her cheeks, and she was smiling softly. What was this boy doing to her?
Her eyelids started to droop, and only then did she realize how soft and warm this bed was, compared to the one she had at home. Soon enough, she was asleep, snoring softly.