Fast Cars, Fast Women, and Cheap Drinks: Part 14
Selena fell asleep almost immediately. I couldn’t blame her, not after fighting off Trace.
For me.
The sudden afterthought was the cause for the sudden tightness in my chest.
Why would she put herself in such danger? What did I have to mean to her for her to leap into action?
Reaching up with a free hand, I pinch the bridge of my nose, willing my mind to just blank. Hoping to hurry the process along, I glance up at the ceiling, staring at the soft unintentional designs left behind by the strokes of the brushes.
“..emi..”
I turn my face slowly, my body moving with me, angling myself toward the murmuring brunette. I let my eyes run over the bangs in her face, my fingers reaching out to softly brush them aside as my eyes continue their journey, rising and dropping ever so slightly as they outline the soft curve of her cheek bone. My fingertips are not far at all as they caress the skin; languidly following the path my gaze is setting.
My gaze trips over Selena’s parted lips, warm air rushing out with each exhale. A small smile plays on my lips and I lose myself in thoughts of her, not once realizing that I was being watched.
“Hey…”
The hushed whisper shakes me out of my reverie and the breath whooshes out of my chest when my eyes meet Selena’s.
“Hi.”
The mattress creaks as the brunette readjusts her body, trying to find a more comfortable position only to resume her previous one. “Can’t sleep?”
Rather than answer her question, I just shake my head, watching her as her eyes shut and she lets out a delicate yawn. “Was it a bad dream, Dem? Because you know I’m right here.”
Now she’s running her fingers up and down my arm, a comforting gesture, no doubt, but enough to make my heart stop.
Taking a moment to catch my breath, I let my eyes flutter closed before expelling a harsh sigh. “No, Selena. I just couldn’t fall asleep.”
The older brunette nods sleepily in understanding, her hand outstretched, blindly searching for her phone. Suddenly the screen is glaring in our direction causing both Selena and I to wince at the light.
She lets out a soft groan and squints her eyes, a softly muttered curse escaping under her breath before she turns to look at me with a sweet smile. “Demi, I was wondering if you could take me home?”
Quirking up an eyebrow in her direction, I can’t help but let out a scoff. “You want me to take you home at- lemme see the phone- 3:47 in the morning? Seriously, Sel?”
Selena falls deep into thought for what seems like hours but surely couldn’t have been any more than a minute or two. “You’re right.”
“Damn right, I a-“
“I’ll call a cab.”
“Selena!” I protest immediately but the other girl bounds out of bed, reaching for her purse and tugging at the leg of her jeans.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep in my jeans. No wonder I couldn’t sleep well.” The brunette complains.
Quelling at the urge to scoff at the heavy sleeper, I sit up, wincing as my bruised muscles and torn skin protest the small movement.
Without warning, Selena is by my side with my hand in hers, eyes scrutinizing my face. “Are you okay?”
Rolling my eyes, much to her dismay, I wave the brunette off. “I’m fine. It’s honestly no more damage than a hard day at the gym would do. Now, you’re not taking a cab. Let me get ready and I’ll drop you off.”
Selena looks at me skeptically, although I barely register the fact as her bottom lip is now trapped between two rows of pearly white teeth.
“Demi, you know, I could always just go ask Jared.” She suggests, her eyebrows furrowing with confusion when I start laughing.
Throwing the covers aside, I stand up gingerly, happy to find the pain shooting through my body at a tolerable rate. “Dallas is over, remember? You do not want to walk in on that.”
It takes a minute for Selena to fully comprehend the implication, her nose crinkling in disgust.
“Yeah, on second thought, I think it’ll be better to just have you drop me off.”
Letting out a soft chuckle, I stand on shaky legs and grab my leather jacket from the chair, pulling it on as I walk out the door.
I stop at the top of the stairs, watching Selena rush out of my room only to hurry back in to grab her purse. With the bag in hand, the brunette pauses to brush her lips against my cheek, whispering a soft thank you and making her way down the stairs.
Pausing to stretch, I follow the lanky girl into the garage, unlocking the car and carefully sitting behind the wheel. With the push of a button and the turn of a key, we’re flying over the pavement in the direction of Selena’s apartment.
Pulling to a smooth stop at a red light, I turn to look at Selena appraisingly, watching the girl text furiously. “Wanna tell me why you’re in such a hurry to get home at 4 in the morning?”
“Lauren thinks she left the stove on. She can’t remember and she’s too damn lazy to drive back home and check.” Selena explains, blowing her bangs out of her face in obvious frustration.
“So you have to go?”
“I live there, Dem. I’m just praying we don’t drive up to my house burning down.”
Rolling my eyes, I get the car moving again, this time at a much slower and relaxed pace just to drag out the drive a little bit longer. “You worry too much, Princess.”
The car settles into an easy silence, until of course I register that fact, at which point I’m suddenly uncomfortable and wanting something to fill the silence.
“So…about tonight.” I start, internally cursing at my choice of topics.
Selena turns to look at me, her eyes boring in to the side of my face. “What about tonight, Demi?”
I reach up, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I pull to a stop in front of Selena’s house, “I just wanted to say thank you. It was dangerous and you could have gotten hurt-“
“Demi, if you think I was just going to leave you-“ The brunette interrupts, visibly upset by the thought.
“No, no, no. I just- I meant that you really helped me back there. Who knows what could have happened?” I backtrack, trying to explain myself.
Selena pauses, her features relaxing and her hand reaching out to cover mine. “Nothing would have happened. If it wasn’t for me, than it would have been Taylor or Miley or Megan. Someone would have been there.”
It’s my turn to pause as I’m torn between what I want to say and what I should say. “I know, but it was still you.”
My eyes close briefly as I wince at the cheesiness. I needed to have a talk with Megan. I really am losing my cool.
“I’m just glad you’re safe, Demi.” Selena admits softly, undoing her seatbelt and smiling at me. “Walk me to the door?”
Nodding, the soft intake of air as the doors lift up is the only sound as we both leave the car, shuffling towards the door.
Selena’s body bumps into mine as we reach front steps, her key scraping softly against the lock as she pushes the door open before turning to me. “No gas. I guess she turned it off after all.”
“I guess so.” I answer, taking a step up and pulling the girl closer by her hips. “I guess I should get going, unless you want to come back with me.”
Letting out a soft chuckle, she shakes her head, ducking her head and looping her arms around my neck. “I think I should stay here.”
Fully expecting another rejection, I don’t even bother fighting as I lean up onto my toes to meet her lips, letting them slide together in a graceful cadence. Tiring quickly, I take the next step up, shortening the distance between us as Selena’s hands drop down to my waist, fingers hooking through my belt loops.
She finally breaks the kiss, her full lips parted as she gazes at me expectantly. Having been through this routine several times, I sigh softly. “So I’m going to go, Sel. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Selena takes her bottom lip in between her teeth again, internal conflict visible on her features, before she nods. “Yeah, you could go…”
My ears perk up at the slightly odd choice in words, “Could?”
Rather than answering the question, Selena presses her bruised lips against mine briefly, dragging them to the shell of my ear to whisper, “Or you could spend the night with me.”
With that, the brunette backs into her apartment, tugging me forward by my belt loops slightly before pulling away and disappearing inside.
Shocked, I stand in front of the door unsure of what type of turn the night had taken when something is tossed at me and I’m overwhelmed by Selena’s familiar scent. Looking down, I find that I’m holding something that definitely confirmed exactly where this night was going.
In my hands was one of Selena’s shirts. Specifically, the one she had just been wearing not even five minutes ago.
My hands drop to my sides, the shirt still clenched in my fist as a devilish smirk appears on my face.
Taking the edge of my shirt, I pull it over my head as I step inside and close the door, indulging in the lingering dark brown eyes waiting for me, roaming over me, raking over me.
I may not be good at wooing, but this. This I was good at.
Forget talking to Megan. I still got it.
And I’m going to prove it.
Author’s Note: *looks around at empty room* Anyone still remember about this fic? *scratches the back of my head, shrugging* Well, I’m here with another update and a goal to have the next part up by this Monday. So, um….if you’re still here, tell me what you think. =) Hope you liked it. I know it’s not worth the wait, but the next one will be. Trust me. Sexy times will ensue. *winks*