Constellations
✰ Chapter 14 ✰
Mia's P.O.V.
"I'll have a grande Salted Caramel Frappuccino with whipped cream, please." I say to the cashier at Starbucks.
"That'll be $4.50."
I hand her my credit card, which she swipes and returns immediately. I watch as she takes a medium sized cup out from behind the counter, followed by a sharpie to write my name with.
"May I have your name, please?" She asks.
"Mia." I tell her.
The heals of my boots clack on the ground as I walk to find an open table, finding one at the far end of the joint, which is a complete miracle. The entire place is packed; people occupy just about every chair and table, some people stand while waiting for their drinks, adults and teenagers from the Uni sip their drinks outside... What would the world do without coffee?
As I innocently look around, watching people go by, a pair of eyes meet mine from the other side of the glass window. The eyes, I find out, belong to a guy- an attractive one, at that- no more than 23 years old, max. He has unruly brown hair, with matching brown eyes. His skin was probably once fair, but tanned a bit in the summer. His arms are covered in a variety of coloured tattoos, and that defined jaw line... Ugh, don't even get me started.
The mystery man smirks, obviously knowing that I've been checking him out for the past 10 seconds, then takes a drag of his cigarette. I know that smoking is bad for you and all, but what about it is so damn attractive? Especially on a guy who is already hot as it is?
He exhales the smoke then crushes the small remainder of the cigarette into a nearby ashtray before sauntering his way inside, eyes still locked with mine.
"Mia!" The Starbucks employee calls out, followed by a "Stefan!" interrupting the building sexual tension between mystery-guy and me.
I get up and retrieve my drink, the same time hot-smoker-who-had-eye-sex-with-me AKA Stefan does. He reaches behind me, his crouch brushing up against my backside. I gasp in surprise, but turn around with a sly half-smile planted on my face. Well, if he wants to play it this way...
"If you want in my pants, you could've just said so." I murmur close to his ear, making sure that he's the only one to hear. How about I play hard to get, too?
I walk past him and to my car, knowing very well he'll follow. They always do. I'm about to open the door to my car when a hand holds it closed, preventing me from doing so. I turn around, but before I can even take in the sight before me, a pair of lips roughly crash right into mine, hips against mine, holding me in place. The kiss breaks and a husky, british whisper fills my ears.
"I want in your pants."
"Oh, yeah! Faster, baby! Ugh!" Stefan groans as I ride him through both of our orgasms.
After we calm down from both of our climaxes, I pull back and fall back on the bed, panting heavily from the activity that took place moments before.
"Oh, god, that was amazing." Stefan pants.
I let out a breathy laugh, turn on my stomach, and kiss him hard on the lips.
"I swear, bad boys give the best sex."
Stefan chuckles and closes his eyes, obviously exhausted. I take the time to inspect his damn sexy body, from his abs to his biceps, to his many tattoos.
One in particular catches my eye; a snake that wraps around his upper arm, and on the letter "V". It must mean something important, and my curiosity gets the better of me, so I ask.
"What does this mean?"
Stefan opens his eyes and looks to where my fingers brush over the snake lightly.
"It represents something I'm apart of. Reminds me that I can't break an oath I made."
I snort. "What, like a gang?"
"Sure. You can say that."
"Mmmmh, so you are a bad boy." I smirk. "Than what does the 'V' stand for?" I ask.
"...Vipers."
"I'll have a grande Salted Caramel Frappuccino with whipped cream, please." I say to the cashier at Starbucks.
"That'll be $4.50."
I hand her my credit card, which she swipes and returns immediately. I watch as she takes a medium sized cup out from behind the counter, followed by a sharpie to write my name with.
"May I have your name, please?" She asks.
"Mia." I tell her.
The heals of my boots clack on the ground as I walk to find an open table, finding one at the far end of the joint, which is a complete miracle. The entire place is packed; people occupy just about every chair and table, some people stand while waiting for their drinks, adults and teenagers from the Uni sip their drinks outside... What would the world do without coffee?
As I innocently look around, watching people go by, a pair of eyes meet mine from the other side of the glass window. The eyes, I find out, belong to a guy- an attractive one, at that- no more than 23 years old, max. He has unruly brown hair, with matching brown eyes. His skin was probably once fair, but tanned a bit in the summer. His arms are covered in a variety of coloured tattoos, and that defined jaw line... Ugh, don't even get me started.
The mystery man smirks, obviously knowing that I've been checking him out for the past 10 seconds, then takes a drag of his cigarette. I know that smoking is bad for you and all, but what about it is so damn attractive? Especially on a guy who is already hot as it is?
He exhales the smoke then crushes the small remainder of the cigarette into a nearby ashtray before sauntering his way inside, eyes still locked with mine.
"Mia!" The Starbucks employee calls out, followed by a "Stefan!" interrupting the building sexual tension between mystery-guy and me.
I get up and retrieve my drink, the same time hot-smoker-who-had-eye-sex-with-me AKA Stefan does. He reaches behind me, his crouch brushing up against my backside. I gasp in surprise, but turn around with a sly half-smile planted on my face. Well, if he wants to play it this way...
"If you want in my pants, you could've just said so." I murmur close to his ear, making sure that he's the only one to hear. How about I play hard to get, too?
I walk past him and to my car, knowing very well he'll follow. They always do. I'm about to open the door to my car when a hand holds it closed, preventing me from doing so. I turn around, but before I can even take in the sight before me, a pair of lips roughly crash right into mine, hips against mine, holding me in place. The kiss breaks and a husky, british whisper fills my ears.
"I want in your pants."
"Oh, yeah! Faster, baby! Ugh!" Stefan groans as I ride him through both of our orgasms.
After we calm down from both of our climaxes, I pull back and fall back on the bed, panting heavily from the activity that took place moments before.
"Oh, god, that was amazing." Stefan pants.
I let out a breathy laugh, turn on my stomach, and kiss him hard on the lips.
"I swear, bad boys give the best sex."
Stefan chuckles and closes his eyes, obviously exhausted. I take the time to inspect his damn sexy body, from his abs to his biceps, to his many tattoos.
One in particular catches my eye; a snake that wraps around his upper arm, and on the letter "V". It must mean something important, and my curiosity gets the better of me, so I ask.
"What does this mean?"
Stefan opens his eyes and looks to where my fingers brush over the snake lightly.
"It represents something I'm apart of. Reminds me that I can't break an oath I made."
I snort. "What, like a gang?"
"Sure. You can say that."
"Mmmmh, so you are a bad boy." I smirk. "Than what does the 'V' stand for?" I ask.
"...Vipers."
Notes
Sorry this chapter is short and boring, its really just kind of a filler chapter. I've decided to keep writing, but I don't know how often updates will be. I have two knew co-author who will be helping me come up with new ideas, so hopefully that will help a lot.And please subcribe, comment, and rate if you haven't already!
-Daisy
P.S.
I added Stefan to characters, in case you wanted to see what he looks like..
http://heledis.com/
12/10/13