forum Under The Painted Sky (O/O CLOSED)

Started March 18, 2019 by Deleted user

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Sterling chuckled and began to run his fingers through her hair. “Why is that? I like hearing your voice.”

Eden snorted, though she felt warmth flooding through her at both his actions and his words. "No, you probably like the compliments. Narcissist…"

“Well, can I help liking compliments that come from beautiful lips?” Sterling hummed in question, rubbing her back gently.

Eden stiffened at his words. Beautiful lips. Oh, God. Then he began to rub her back gently and she relaxed. He didn't mean anything by that. He was just flirting, nothing more.

She wanted to feel his lips on hers again, this time not just as a ghost touch.

"You certainly have a smooth tongue, don't you?" she muttered, burying her face deeper in his chest to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“Once again, I’m going to refrain from making a joke about that comment,” Sterling murmured with a soft chuckle. “But yes, I do. You should have known that by now.”

Eden scowled at his words, smacking him on the chest, lifting her head and directing her glare towards him.

"You and your dirty brain," she repeated. "You flirted with me the first time we met, too."

Sterling grinned and swept a feather-light kiss to the tip of her nose. “Of course I did. I thought you were beautiful and intriguing. And I still do.”

Eden felt her cheeks heat up again, turning a darker shade of red, more so because of the kiss than his words.

“You are… unbelievable, Sterling Ainsley,” she breathed. “Absolutely unbelievable.”

“One of my many traits,” Sterling replied simply, burying his face in her hair again.

“… how much time do we have left?” Eden questioned quietly as if she didn’t want to know. She really didn’t want to get out of his arms. She enjoyed it, and they weren’t even dating. Once he got a girlfriend…—her heart clenched at the thought—they’ll need to stop this.

“I think it’s about sixteen minutes,” Sterling murmured his response, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger.

Eden’s eyes closed, tangling their legs together. At this point, Eden stopped caring about their actions. “Wasn’t it ten minutes earlier…?” Eden murmured, feeling a shudder go through her.

“Was it? Shoot… then it’s probably closer to six,” Sterling murmured. “We should start heading back soon…”

“Yeah, we should…” Eden sighed. “Well, then… I suppose you’ll need to release me now.”

“Or…” Sterling trailed off with a smirk. He arms swept behind her knees and her head, and he scooped her up as he stood from the couch. “I could just carry you.”

Eden barely managed to hold back a yelp of surprise, arms wrapping around his neck tightly. “Sterling!” She exclaimed, surprised at his actions. “What are you doing?”

“I just told you. I’m carrying you,” Sterling laughed, grinning down at her. “Would you prefer that I don’t?”

But I’m not your girlfriend, Eden wanted to say. She swallowed the words, resting her head on his shoulder, refusing to look up at him. “You make me so conflicted…”

“And why is that?” Sterling asked, stepping away from the couch toward the door.

Eden sighed, closing her eyes. “It’s difficult to explain,” she muttered quietly. “Let’s hurry up, hm?”

“If you say so… I’m going, I’m going,” Sterling chuckled. “Geez, it’s like you can’t wait to get away from me.”

“The more you act like this, the more I want to,” Eden muttered, the lie slipping off of her tongue. “You’ll find other opportunities to hold me again, I’m sure of it.”

Sterling hummed, grinning down at her as he slipped his shoes back on. “I’m sure that I will.” Plenty of them, if I’m lucky…

Oh, how she wanted him to kiss her at that moment… that want brought unwanted memories along with the warmth. She shoved those memories away. She just wanted to spend time with Sterling without acting like a coward.

“What did I say?” She muttered under her breath. “The apartment keys are on the table. We’ll need to get those.”

“All right,” Sterling said with a nod. He smirked down at her when she muttered her words but didn’t say anything, instead silently making his way over to grab the keys.