I had resulted to drowning my sorrows in funny YouTube videos and extremely greasy food while curling under my ramped up sheets; it was futile though, my head was still transfixed on the image of Holden's lips on the blonde.

Three stiff knocks knocks on the door resonated the whole room, ripping me out of the pity party I was staring in.

I didn't bother changing figuring it was probably Avery, seeing as she had already texted me that she was on her way. However when I opened the door it wasn't a sandy blonde haired girl standing outside the door but rather a tall dark haired brooding athlete.

Unfortunately he had changed out of his uniform and was now wearing grey joggers and a plain black shirt. He looked slightly disheveled like he had hurriedly got dressed, his dark hair falling into his eyes. I raised my eyes back to his face hesitantly as my heart began pounding relentlessly against my chest.

I got a sense of déjà vu as I watched Holden's eyes trailing down my body, undoubtedly lingering on my exposed legs. I was completely surprised by his presence outside my door, I had originally thought he would be at a club celebrating the win with the rest of the team probably with that girl, the bitter part of my head thought.

"Do you always open the door like this?" He asked while staring intently at my oversized shirt, the frown on his lips thinning more.

"I- I thought you were Avery" I mumbled, shuffling my feet awkwardly as his squinted eyes glared at the door, his chiseled jaw clenching harshly. Thick silence surrounded us, further increasing my nervousness.

"W- what are you doing here?" I broke the silence, gripping the door tighter to give me support.

"Could I at least come in?" his thick voice spoke softly, eying the small space between the door and me. I drew in a deep breath, exhaling before hesitantly opening the door wider to let him in. His walked past me into the room, his towering frame over shadowing the room, making it seem smaller than it actually was. His muscular shoulders grew rigid as he stood awkwardly in the space between the two beds, silently watching me shut the door.

"I...um...I wanted to explain what you saw earlier" he said, his steel eyes boring into mine intently as he scratched the nape of his neck. I instantly grew tense at the mention of the the incident, my body heating up in embarrassment "I have no fucking clue who that girl was and I certainly had no intention of kissing her" he added while studied my face, watching for a reaction. I do admit it felt nice to know he wasn't equally invested in the kiss, but he didn't owe me an explanation, we were barely friends.

"Holden you don't really owe me an explanation" I murmured, voicing my thoughts as my eyes flew around the room, not wanting to meet his stare. Thin artistic fingers curled in his hair as I felt the heat of his stare through my clothes.

"Then why the fuck does it feel like I have to?!" he huffed in clear frustration, slowly stalking towards me a determined expression on his face. My ears rang as my heart drummed rapidly against my chest with every step he took closer to me. For the longest while what I felt wasn't fear, it was something else entirely, it was screaming raw lust. My whole body painfully yearned him but I had to at least try to protect my heart which I knew would surely be crushed if I handed it to him.

"Holden we- we can't" I muttered weakly backing up against the wall to create some distance between us. I immediately regretted my decision when his large palms settled on the spaces beside my head, successfully caging me against the wall. His head dipped to the crook of my neck, maintaining eye contact as his warm breath fanned across my sensitive skin leaving behind a wake of goosebumps.

"Why not?" he whispered huskily against the shell of my ear, further proceeding to placed a feather light kiss behind my ear. A foreign sound vibrated from the back of my throat before I clamped my mouth shut, embarrassed at the desperation in the moan.

"We said we'd start over...friends don't kiss" I said trying to keep my train of thoughts, which proved very difficult with Holden's lips on my skin. My head was too clouded with desire as he wrapped on hand around my waist drawing me closer to him enabling me to feel ever dip and hard line of his defined muscles through the thin material of out clothes, driving my body into a frenzy.

"I said we'd start over but not as your friend, never as friends. I can't be just your friend" his eyes met mine an unknown emotion burning within them, I could barely even register a word he said, the heat of his body clouding over all my reasonable censes. His eyes slowly moved from my eyes to my lips, his sleek tongue running along his bottom lip before trailing back to my eyes as if seeking permission. I was done protesting, I don't think I could resist him anymore and quite frankly I didn't want to; so when he moved his lips towards mine I allowed it.

Soft lips pressed to mine light and gentle as he caressed my lips with his, completely compelling me. The kiss was nothing like I had ever felt before, waves of pure pleasure shot through my whole body as my toes curled on the cold floor, every other thought fading away. I shamelessly tilted my head slightly, wanting to deepen the kiss before placing my hand on the back of his head. I let my hands wonder carelessly into his incredibly soft hair as I softly tugged on it making him groan into my mouth.

The pride I felt from resonating that sound from him was insane.

He pulled me incredibly closer to him, the hardness of his Abs digging into my chest once again as the speed of the kiss increased. I needed to feel more of him and without thinking I removed a hand from the back of his head before tugging onto his shirt, a silent request to discard it.

Slowly he disentangled his lips from mine, eyeing me in shock. I was shocked too, I wasn't really one to ask a guy to take off their shirt the first time we kissed not that I have kissed many guys, but I was drunk on lust and I wasn't thinking clearly so I tagged it again wanting nothing more than to feel his skin on mine. Taking this as confirmation he ripped his shirt off him throwing it somewhere in the room before his lips descended on mine again this time it was no longer soft but powerful, fueled by desire and hot steaming passion.

Large hands slid to the back of my thighs hosting me up, I immediately wrapped my legs around his trimmed waist, drawing my body further into his. My hands greedily roamed his back, commemorating ever ripple, strain and swell to memory as his mouth consumed me mind, body and soul. His expert tongue swept along my bottom lip requesting entrance which he was immediately granted.

His tongue immediately dominated mine as he took over the kiss, it was intolerably scorching in all ways imaginable resulting in me digging my nails into his back, undoubtedly leaving marks. I felt him move, my body still wrapped around as his tongue danced with mine.

Soft sheets met my head as Holden lowered me onto my bed, lying beside me as I traced the tattoo he had on the side of his left thumb after our lips parted for much needed air. It was a name; Daniella, written intricately across his skin. I had no idea why I had been so invested in the tattoo but I was, the writing just drew my eyes to it. I had begun tracing it subconsciously as I tried to processing what had happened, the both of us remaining in still silence.

"My mother" Holden broke the silence first, his eyes staring directly at the tattoo I was tracing.

"The woman from the picture?" I took a wild guess, she looked so much like him it was a given. He simply hummed, unmistakable tension clouding over the room as his shoulders tensed once again.

"Are you free tomorrow?" he asked as his warm fingers moved some hair out of my face, tucking it delicately behind my ear. I had planned to get a head on my notes, wanting to stay in and get some peace and quite before Monday.

"Nothing really" I answered still distracted by the tattoo I had been tracing. He shifted slightly, raising his back to seat straight against the headboard making me look up at his downcast eyes.

"I want to take you somewhere" he looked somewhat unsure and nerves, his hand shooting to the nape of his neck, a nervous trait he seemed to have. This startled me, where could he possibly take me to? I thought.

"Where?" I asked voicing my thoughts to him, he slightly smirked, a contrast to his earlier show of nervousness while picking a lock of my hair between his fingers.

"somewhere" he answered vaguely now twirling the lock of hair around a long finger before letting it fall at the base of my shoulder. I let out a huff of frustration at his intentionally vague answers, needing to have an idea of what he had in mind.

"Okay..." I sighed my curiosity getting the best of me and a small part of me wanting to see Holden again. He gave me a crooked grin, the shallow depression on his cheek appearing before informing me that he would pick me up at one in the afternoon the next day.

"I have to go now" he said as he slid out of the bed heading for his shirt that sat rumpled on the ground, I watched enjoying the way his back muscles contracted with each step he took before they were concealed by his black shirt. I hatted how clingy I felt when I wanted to rip the shirt back off.

We walked the short distance to the door in silence, I had just turned the door knob when his lips crashed on mine again. This kiss was short but toe crunching nonetheless, with that he gave me a slight nod before exiting through the door

I later lay in bed trying my best to process what had just happened but it proved impossible. I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine, confirming that it had not all been a figment of my imagination as his scent dominantly lingered in the air.