~~I'm still not quite sure about our future, but I'm certain about my feelings~~
Angelina's POV
I kissed him.
Our lips perfectly moulded together as though they had been specifically made for each other. I felt myself melt away as his hands wrapped themselves around my waist. Our tongues fought passionately for dominance which I eventually allowed him to have. I had never had a kiss so passionate and so addictive in the entirety of my years of existence. As the kiss deepened, he released a deep moan that sent electrical shocks all through my body. It was at that moment that I knew if we didn't stop now, we may end up doing something we would both regret. With that in mind, I reluctantly pulled away as we both gasped for air that we only just realised we were in need of.
We looked at each other's eyes as his hands slowly trailed around the outline of my face all the way down to my neck, sending shivers through my body and causing me to lean into his touch. Spontaneously, a moan escaped from my lips before I could control myself. I jumped in surprise as I covered my flushed face in utter embarrassment. I expected him to speak or at least orchestrate what was to happen next but instead silence engulfed us both. He wasn't saying anything and an unreadable expression plastered across his face. It then hit me like a tornado that maybe he thought I was weird. Maybe he was mad at me for crossing the line. What was I thinking crossing the line? Now I was frustrated at my own actions and to top it all off, I hated that I really enjoyed the kiss.
When the silence became too deafening for me to handle, I cleared my throat and spoke, "I-I think I'm just gonna head back in." With that been said I immediately turned on my heels and began heading back for the club where my friends were.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Xander. I froze in my tracks as though I had been caught doing something illegal. I turned my head to face him so that he would see the annoyance written all over my face and then proceeded to reply, "I'm going back to the place you dragged me from."
"If you take one more step, I swear I don't know what I'll do to you," he threatened. This time, I was really furious.
"Mr Harrison. I apologise for what I did a few minutes ago. Blame it on the alcohol if you will, but remember one thing, YOU do not own me and therefore you have no right to tell me what and what not to do!" I exclaimed. I turned on my heels again and just as I was about to make my exit, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sudden hug.
"Why are you always so difficult Angel?" he asked even though it sounded more like a question to himself. I continued with my struggle to get out of his hold, "L-Let me go Xander!" I exclaimed. "I said LET. ME. GO!" I venomously demanded.
At the sound of my tone, Xander let me go and frustration seemed to be written all over his face causing some wrinkles to form on his forehead. "Angelina, why do you always make things so hard for me?" he continued, "One moment you're hot and the other you're stone cold?" He released a breath of frustration. "You make it so hard for me to figure you out," he stated.
I folded my arms and replied, "Maybe that's because you shouldn't be trying to figure me out in the first place, I continued, "Who am I to you that you feel as though you need to figure me out?"
"Angeli-" I cut him off as I spoke again, "Look, I already apologised to you. I know what I did was wrong and you must have felt obliged to kiss me back," I stated. I wait for him to interject and tell me that maybe he did enjoy it but as predicted, I got silence in return. "This was a mistake and I hope, for our professional relationship's sake, you'll put this behind you and pretend like this never happened," I finally spoke.
"But it did happen Angelina," he continued, "I can't pretend like this never happened but maybe this really was a mistake." I anticipated him to say something of that nature but somehow hearing it out loud felt like receiving a bullet to my heart that I had planted. All I could give him was a small nod as a response as I couldn't trust my voice to speak.
"Well then, we'd better head back in don't you think?" he mentioned nonchalantly as though he had actually completely forgotten about what had happened. Again, I just nodded and began walking into the club when I suddenly I felt a warm cloth wrap me around my shoulders. I looked to the side and saw Xander placing his jacket on my shoulders. "It's cold and you've been shivering for the past ten minutes," he explained his gesture. I simply nodded and whispered a soft thank you.
I was still confused as to why my heart was aching as though I actually liked him. I guess alcohol also has that effect right?
"Angelina!!" I was brought back from my trance by a loud manly voice- Keith. I hadn't realised I had entered the club and I hadn't noticed that Xander wasn't by my side anymore. I sighed as I tugged the ends of his jacket closer so that his scent would envelope all my senses.
"Girl, where have you been!" asked both Keith and Stella. I was too embarrassed to talk about my encounter so I simply replied with a, "here and there" statement.
"Come and dance with me," cheerfully asked Keith. I declined and told them that I was going to head back home with the classical excuse, "I'm not feeling too well." It always works.
That night I barely slept. Every time I shut my eyes, clips and pictures of the kiss and the way he held me against his body, flooded my memory in a slideshow format. The cherry at the top was the fact that my head was about to burst from this persistent headache. Just great.
Remember kids, drinking is bad but what's worse is kissing someone then getting humiliated while you're drunk. You've been warned.