Clara Carter

His hazel eyes return my stare, as if breaking into my house and staring at me as if I owe him anything amuses him. The night sky behind this stunning man looks like something out of a painting.

He is, without a doubt, a work of art.

Ray sighs and walks towards the door with a stomp. I, on the other hand, am glued to my place, trying to figure out how the hell he got here. Perhaps with the aid of a ladder. But why did he come here in the first place?

"If you guys had previously arranged their special sleepover, you could have just told me." Ray storms out of the room, yelling angrily but teasingly at the same time.

Hearing her, I bite my lower lip. I don't mind having a sleepover with Stefan; it sounds like a lot more fun than watching movies and getting wasted.

Stefan offers me a smile which I'm too stunned to return. Then he walks by me and leans against the door to my room, locking it.

Has he really come here to sleep? Oh, God save me.

His gaze travels down my body, stopping for a long time on my exposed thighs before returning to my eyes. His steady gaze makes me feel uneasy and self-conscious.

After a brief moment of eye-fucking me, he saunters like a predator at me. I take a deep breath and feel sweat building on my palms, unsure of what he's up to. I'm just swooning over his enticing and seductive body characteristics hidden beneath his leather jacket and blue tee.

He comes to a complete stop in front of me and glances between my lips. I missed his scent so terribly.

Due to his piercing look on me, my breath begins to quicken. I'm starting to feel like a lost puppy in my own fucking house.

He caresses my bottom lip with his thumb. I sign, trying to keep my hormones in check. I want to kiss the crap out of him as he has a boyish smile on his face that makes him look so cute.

I notice him hesitating, unsure of what to do next.

He brushes his lips against mine as he does so. The mere contact of his lips sends shivers down my spine. I smile and close my eyes.

Right now, I don't give a damn about anything. All I want is for him to kiss me right now. He talks against my lips, "I came here to tell you something." He's breathing as quick as I am.

"You're a fucking arrogant, selfish, bitch."

I open my eyes and shove him away from me. And how much I regret missing out on the mixed sensation I was experiencing. It takes a few seconds for me to register his words, and the things he just said begin to boil my blood as soon as they strike me.

What right did he have to say that? I make a fist and prepare to punch someone, preferably him. I wouldn't think twice about ruining his good looks.

But his expression mystifies me. He bursts out laughing, grabbing his stomach and leaning on my study table for support. His innocent and charming laugh does something in my heart.

"Damn, I didn't expect your reaction to be so much more entertaining than I expected." Between his laughs, he manages to says, and I stand there looking like a fool. What is he talking about?

He holds back his laugh and glances at my study table, which is littered with three to four books and a few pages. He keeps the books stacked on top of one another. The papers above them, neatly and carefully arranged, as if doing hazardous chemical experiments.

His eyes find me again once he finishes straightening the mess, and I recall why I was angry with him.

"What did you say?" I ask, my gaze narrowed by his humorous yet dark orbs.

"It was a dare."

"Dare?" I repeat, trying to think of the bastard who dared to give him that dare. Maybe Samuel? He hates me.  I threatened him that if he hurt Ray, I'd post the images of him with the female professor that I took.

Or is it Jack? If he's behind this, I swear I'll kill him. He looks down, scratching his memory, and adds, "Yeah, I don't remember the guy's name."

"Jack. That's his name." snapping his fingers, he says. I knew it.

How dare he call me a bitch? Well, I handed him the wrong exam paper, and he failed as a result. That jerk was cheating on his girlfriend with two other girls, so I did that. Asshole.

But I'm glad Stefan didn't really mean what he said. His eyes seem to have no other intention than to stare at my lips.

"Just kiss me."

Did I say that out loud? I humiliated myself, as his silly smile and big eyes obviously show.

Fuck me.

Fuck me. I'm considering either vanishing or digging a hole and hiding in it. Clara, you're such a desperate girl.

My face flushes, and he notices. He softly smiles before shaking his head. I stare at him like a hungry animal as he bites his lips.

As he gets closer, my legs begin to move backwards till they hit the wall near the balcony.

I see a satisfied smirk on his lips, and my breath becomes stuck in my throat. With one hand on my shoulder, he holds my face with the other.

My cheeks turn crimson, and no matter how hard I try, it won't stop. The heat coming from his body causes my stomach to twist and turn. My heart flutters with the butterflies.

The fact that I don't know what he'll do next makes the situation feel more intimate to me.

His eyes darken, a sensual demon taking over him. He's about to do something he won't regret. Ever. He analyzes my facial expressions before asking for my consent to proceed.

I give him a green signal by smiling and staring at his lips.

His soft lips seals on mine, and I lose all sense of time. His lips are smooth and warm.

Our lips begin to move in perfect unison, causing me to moan, which is lost in the heat of our kiss.

If I was intoxicated by his scent, I was mistaken. I can be addicted to his fresh mint breath and lips against mine. He kisses me the way I want to be kissed.

The sliding of lips over lips is how we find our rhythm. As we aim to pleasuring one other's mouth, our closeness fades second by second.

This is what I want. Nothing else. I don't want him to stop. . . ever.

His hands move down my body, from my face to my waist, drawing me closer to him. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him harder.

His fingers move up my top, making contact with my exposed abdomen. As his hands begin to caress my bare flesh, I part my lips to moan.

Taking advantage, he pushes his tongue into my mouth once more, causing me to close my eyes from the immense pleasure.

Our tongues flirt with one other in our sealed mouths.

Our bodies press to one other and push against the wall. We taste our shared breath.

He teases his fingers on my stomach and back. I get weaker in the knees, compelled by his skilled mouth. He bites my lower lips, earning a moans after moans from me.

We pull away, panting for fresh air to fill our lungs.

He closes his eyes and touches his forehead with mine.

Once he has caught his breath, he opens his eyes and stares me in the eyes with utter devotion. My cheeks begin to flush again as a result of all the interest I'm receiving from the man who is the subject of many of my classmates' fantasies.

My heart is warmed by his swollen lips, which form a smile. There's something about him that I can't seem to get enough of. I can't count how many times I've told myself not to think about him, but my mind doesn't seem to care.

His eyes are drawn back to my lips, and he has a look of hesitancy on his face. I'd like him to continue at this point. I want him to kiss me again and to touch me again.

Fuck all the problems we have at university. Right now, I don't give a damn about them.

As if reading my thoughts, he presses his lips on mine. "I should leave." He says in a low, husky voice that gives him the most mischievous smirk.

He doesn't want to leave until I tell him to, based on the way he looks at me. And it isn't going to happen. I'm not going to let him go, especially after seeing what he can do to my entire body. I want more.

I lick my lips, observing that he's trying so hard to stop, but it's fucking hard for him too, just like it is for me.

I never dreamed I would be so desperate to be touched. Tonight, Stefan is that someone.

I place my hands on his chest and say quietly, "No. Please don't go."