So I uploaded, I might be slightly drunk though but that’s always debatable…

Ish did I just say that…

I figured anything I write after this you guys won’t give a crap so I might as well just put it in one chapter.

Shut up Kay. Alright Kay.

Anyway! I know I’m a bad bad bad bad girl *insert me getting spanked* and I made you wait forever blah blah blah.

Ya that’s it, I’m not going to try to defend myself… I’m swapping ladybugs off my keyboard actually…

Oh! Translation like I promise! So the crap in French in the last chapter meant:

My soul has its secret, my life has its mystery. An eternal love in one moment conceived; the pain is without hope and so I had to silence it. And the one who cause it never knew.

Most of you screw up the mal part. Mal here meant pain and not evil. Gotta be a real Frenchy to know the difference! 0_0

So enjoy!

Oh and btw! SidneyArden I uploaded again in the 24 hour deadline so I want more Puppet Assassin! Oh hell YEAH! It’s not the 3 days deadline now! You have 24 hours young lady before I throw that cat on you! 0_0

MOUHAHAHAHAHA

Si Manech était mort, Mathilde le saurait.

Bubbles…

And btw I’m a shrimp!

ENJOY!

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First thought when I woke up, “Hmm, nice smell”

I had that thought few other times this week so I wasn’t surprise but when I took a deep breath to enjoy the nice smell again I realized my position.

Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!

I had fallen asleep in the bed bunk, WITH Blake and I was kind of in his arms right now. Actually I had on hand slipped under his shirt stroking his stomach.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…

Seriously, WHAT THE HELL? What was WRONG with me?!

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

Alright, his skin was super soft and his stomach muscular and all I really wanted to do was snuggle closer to him… maybe lick him… but that would just be pushing my luck a little too much, right?

Oh god what had I put myself into?

So very very slowly I tried to get out of his hold, to not wake him up. I mean the last thing I needed was to have him wake up and then proceed on mentioning we had “slept” together.

Seriously what the hell had I been thinking? Or not thinking? Ugh!

His arms were around my waist, so with my left hand that wasn’t under his shirt anymore, sadly I might add, I took his and slowly pried it away from me, holding my breath, no so much as blinking.

And then I was out of his grip. All I needed to do was… get out. And he was kind of in the way. I would have to pass over him.

Though, when I glanced towards my feet, to the other side of the bed bunk, I realized I could go out that way too.

Ouf!

Alright, time to leave before this situation became embarrassing like I just KNEW it would…

So I just took one last good look at him… god he looked hot sleeping…

I couldn’t control the urge to just stroke his face. He was asleep, he wouldn’t know. And he was so beautiful. And I liked him…

Liked him? No liking him wasn’t enough to describe the way I cared about him, I knew this now.

I loved him. I did.

Without even realizing it, I was leaning against my right arm now, brushing my fingers through his hair with my left hand.

Alright Lexi, I think it’s enough now, I told myself.

But I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t even want to get out of the bed bunk anymore. I just wanted to stare at him sleeping. He looked so peaceful and without any problems or worries.

And just like the other day, looking at him like this, being the only one doing so, it felt like he belong to me somehow. And when he lied asleep like this you really couldn’t tell he had so much deep dark secrets hiding underneath.

I kept looking at him, my fingers slowly brushing his hair and I could see his scar again, the one under his eyes, the one he had gotten after his car accident, a car accident that was partly my fault but if it hadn’t been for that accident he might be dead right now… So in a weird way I was grateful for that scar…

What would I have missed if something had happened to him… and I never would have known what I was missing…

Blake, the perfect guy.

I slowly inched towards his face, my lips lightly touching the skin where his scar was, without even thinking about it. I wasn’t controlling my movements anymore…

And of course that’s when Blake stirred a little and that his eyes opened.

Oh my…

I was completely shocked and aside from backing my face away from his, didn’t think about just making a sprint and get the hell out so I just stood there, my fingers still in his hair, staring at him like a moron.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap crap crap!

But Blake simply smiled at me, almost sleepily and raised his hand to the side of my face, the back of his finger brushing against my temple.

I love him.

I loved him and I wanted him and I was tired of acting as if I didn’t, not acting on my true feelings, being scared of acting on my true feelings…

And right now what I wanted was to kiss him…

And worse case scenario, if things went wrong I could just say I was asleep and totally didn’t know what I was doing… I mean with all the almost kisses, I deserved to have one right now, okay maybe not deserved but whatever!

With everything he had told me, everything he had trusted me with, if he didn’t like me he wouldn’t just abandon our friendship because I kissed him! Right? Right?

And right now he was looking at me with those almost dark blue eyes of his, looking at me like waking up beside me was the most normal thing in the world and at this moment I wanted that, I wanted us to be a normal thing.

I wanted Blake, no one and nothing else.

And that did it.

So I bend my head over his and slowly pressed my lips against his. Just a light pressure, like our first kiss.

And I closed my eyes, softly pulling his lower lip with both of mine, my hand tangling in his hair.

He wasn’t stopping me and as long as he wasn’t stopping me, I wasn’t going to stop kissing him because my lips against his did weird things to me, weird good things. I felt like all of my nerves were alive, courant passing through my entire body.

Okay seriously where the frack had I gotten the balls to do this?

I’m kissing Blake! Oh my GOD! I’m actually kissing Blake! I’M the one who kissed HIM! OH MY GOD!

Blake’s hand that had been trailing along my temple now held the edge of my jaw, moving my face just a bit to angle it the right way to kiss me more deeply, his lips not frozen anymore, moving with mine, pulling and stroking.

It took all strength to just be able to keep leaning on my right elbow because I felt like I was becoming jell-o or something and I was going to miserably fall on him.

But that didn’t stay a problem for too long because Blake’s arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him, crushing me against his chest. One of my hands kept tangling in his hair while the other one slid under his shirt again, between our two crushed body, his muscles tensing under my touch… okay that was seriously hot!

Our kissing didn’t stop through that. There was this feeling… almost of urgency, like it could stop at any given time and I had to kiss him as much as I could before it did stop.

The tip of his tongue swiped on my top lip, and then his lips closed on it, pulling and it made me hold his hair tighter and it was maddening.

My lips were parting on their own, almost trying to breathe him in, trying to have him closer to me, as close as possible. So I swung my left leg, to lay on top of him properly, to get closer but I didn’t even have time to finish the movement and Blake was rolling us around and my hand that had been on his stomach curled to his back, the skin was definitely soft there. His shirt was kind of in the way though, well positively in the way and Blake obviously realized that because he back up a bit and took it off, pulling it by the hem at the back of his neck.

Wow, wow wow wow!

Christmas present unwrapped and it wasn’t even Christmas.

Yummy yummy YUMMY.

Blake brushed his finger through my hair, curling around the back of my neck and his other hand slid under my back, pushing me against him, holding me tight, situating himself between my legs. When he did that I could feel… well him happy there. I didn’t know if I was supposed to chart it as morning wood or I was responsible for it… I mean heck, I was on uncharted territories here! My experience with boys stopped with my only boyfriend who ended up being gay ergo the whole physical aspect wasn’t really a must for him.

I had never done this with Alex, or with anyone, and I had never wanted to make out like this with anyone… thinking about it, all the licking Blake’s chest fantasies I had lately… I never had those with Alex. Yes I acknowledge that he was hot but never had I found myself staring at him, gawking really.

I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Blake.

I had never loved anyone as much as I loved Blake.

Even though I couldn’t let myself say those words, couldn’t even begin to form this thought coherently in my brain, especially since I was kissing Blake and that made any kind of thought process go slowly, I willed them to be true… Blake was the first man I ever truly loved.

And either way it was kind of thrilling if I was really responsible for it.

Our lips still hadn’t parted and I still wanted him closer, my left leg lifted, wrapping around him, getting him closer and I could feel Blake’s lips smile against my own.

Prick!

Hot hot prick but still prick.

I pulled his hair just for the heck of it and opened my eyes, and yes he was definitely smirking now, and his eyes were open too and glowing.

Hot damn…

I closed my eyes again, holding him tighter, his tongue slowly caressing between my parted lips and then gently pushed its way in and twirled with mine. He tasted… damn… shouldn’t he have morning breath? Wait did I have morning breath? Oh screw it! He wasn’t complaining and I definitely wasn’t complaining… if his smell was intoxicating I didn’t know which word could define the way he tasted… maybe my lack of brain function at the moment had something to do with it though… Oddly he kind of tasted like… mangos maybe… and something fresh maybe a bit minty…

Hot damn… seriously… oh my god, my thoughts weren’t coherent anymore and I forgot how to breathe, because all I truly wanted at the moment wasn’t air or coherent train of thought but Blake.

Blake Blake Blake Blake.

My hand ran the length of his back, trailing on his spine while Blake’s hand slipped under my shirt, his palm pressing against the skin of my back, pushing the fabric up…

And that’s when the door suddenly burst open, and Blake bumped his head on the top bed bunk in surprise, while Peter announced cheerfully “Rise and shi… What the hell!” he shrieked almost like a little girl and then he was out and screaming “Oh my guys, guys you’re NEVER going to believe…”

I looked up at Blake and for a second we didn’t say anything or even moved for that matter. And then we both burst laughing.

“Are you okay,” I asked him, raising my hand to his head, while he had his to the back of his head. I mean he had obviously taken a blow…

And that gesture, the whole thing, it didn’t feel awkward and I wasn’t blushing right now or thinking of a way to sprint the hell out…

I mean I had KISSED Blake.

Oh my god, I had kissed Blake!

I had made out with him and now it was the aftermath of it and it wasn’t awkward, we weren’t shouting at each other and Blake wasn’t looking at me like what had just happened was just a big mistake.

Could this possible? Could it really be that this kiss hadn’t screw up everything?

OH. MY. GOD!

Blake was looking down at me, he was still very on top of me, his eyes working over my face many times, stopping on my lips, “Ya I’ll survive…” he whispered his voice sexy and raspy and deep and hot damn I wanted to kiss him again.

And he didn’t look like he would mind… because he was inching, though very slowly, back towards me.

But I could hear the guys in the other room screaming things like “I HAVE to see this” and maybe this wasn’t the best place to get into a hot and heavy make out session with Blake… right?

“Hmm… maybe I should go…” I trailed but even in my ears it sounded unconvinced and it showed in Blake’s face because he was slightly smirking.

“Ya, maybe” he trailed, but he wasn’t getting off of me or making any movement that he was going to let me leave.

Oh my god… okay… what’s… wow…

Still definitely not coherent…

But then Cameron was in the room, phone in his hands “This is SO going on Youtube”

Blake groaned and leaned on the side, picked something up from the floor and threw a shoe at him which effectively got us rid of him.

I wanted to find something clever or funny to say but I was seriously speechless and all brain capacities seemed lost so I just said again “Ya I should go…” and while Blake pouted… oh my god he pouted… but got off of me, I picked his dark blue t-shirt which was lying on the floor and smirked at him “I’m keeping this” and then got out of the bed bunk.

I walked towards the door, with probably the hugest grin to ever cover my face and then turn back to look at Blake that was still lying on the bed, arms behind his head, eyes closed, smiling one freakishly dazzling smile, one that could probably make my heart stop beating if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was still frantic over our kissing session.

“Just so you know… we’re not done yet” he said, eyes still closed, smirk still very present.

That’s all it took to leave make me blush and make my heart beat even faster.

I liked the sound of that, A LOT.

But the door burst open once again, before I could say anything.

Alex was smirking at me “Well well well…”

I glared at him though I’m sure it wasn’t convincing and got out of the room, leaving Blake there humming a cheerful song.

The minute I stepped out of the room all the guys started to whistle so I just flipped them off, ignored the comment, grabbed Blake’s grey hoodie I had left on the couch, holding it tight against my chest with the blue t-shirt too, and left the camp.

When I was finally outside and far away from the boys, I lifted my face to the sky.

Could have this day started any better?

I literally danced back to the girls camp, singing under my breathe “I kissed Blake”

Though at one point I stopped the dancing.

Damn it!

I hadn’t lick his chest!

Oh well… he had said we weren’t done yet.

And we definitely weren’t done!