I know there is a gap in between, but I just write whatever comes to mind. I'm trying to complete the story up to this point. Thanks for your understanding: D

He turned and came to me with great strides. I was still too busy getting upset to notice. It was only when my face was gripped by large, warm hands that I realized that he had come over to me.
He leaned down to me and our lips touched. I was too surprised to back off. He huddled against me, pressed me against the post and longingly grabbed my hair. I caught my breath. His kiss was urgent, and so was I. I grabbed him by the collar of his sweater and pulled him closer to me, standing on tiptoe. I wanted more, I wanted him. And then the tips of our tongues touched, very lightly, they only brushed against each other for a nanosecond, but it was enough.
My sensible part came to and I pushed him away from me. I knew that I had always wished for that, but not like this, not in my state of complete emotional crisis.
I stumbled backwards up the stairs, I could see his eyes, the hurt look in them. I had rejected him. It would never have occurred to me in a dream. I just couldn't. I pushed open the front door and stormed to the stairs. Once there, I always took 2 steps at a time, but then this thing pulled on me again, it wanted more, Jake wanted. I stopped and felt his presence at the bottom of the stairs. I turned around slowly, my heart pounding, from the anger, but also because of him. As always. He looked at me. He just looked me in the eye.
Then he came slowly from the door to me, walked extra slowly. He gave me the opportunity to back away, just leave.
But I didn't go. When he saw that determination in my eyes, he was with me in less than a second. But there had been at least 10 steps, I was still wondering.
He was one step below me, but I was still shorter than him.
Again he took my face in his hand, again he leaned down to me. I allowed it.
Our lips touched gently, his slowly snuggling up to mine.
He kissed me slowly, not as stormily and urgently as before. It was raging inside me, my heart stopped for a moment and started beating even faster. He heard it. I felt his lips curl into a smile on mine.
My hands got caught in his hair, they were soft as butter, and they were mine. They were mine, just like this kiss, like his body, which huddled against me again. He was mine.
Wow. I was really very possessive, which surprised me, because I had never been stingy. Well, at least I wasn't the only one around here.He had just said: "I couldn't watch him touch you, you are mine. I should have beaten that bastard!" That was also one of the reasons for my anger. Wow.
This time he kissed me more slowly, but with a lot of force. I felt his longing for me, his longing and his lust. The tips of our tongues touched again, but I didn't flinch. It tasted just wonderful, like watermelon and raspberry. I loved that taste and it tasted like it. What luck.
Again the kiss became more passionate. We huddled together, wanted more from each other. His hands brushed my back, pressed me against him and drove up and down, but always stopped over my belt and wandered back up to my hair.
Then the fun was over, he suddenly let go of me and went down a step. He put distance between us. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at me again. His eyes still betrayed his need for me.
He slowly licked his wet lips and then smiled mischievously at me.
"Wow."
Hmm, we used that word a lot. I grinned back at him, but stayed where I was.
"Shane will kill us," I said jokingly and smiled lovingly at him.
"He will, of course. Me maybe even twice.", Another big grin.
I reached out to touch his face, but he grabbed my wrist and lowered it. His fingers looped into mine.
And so we stood until we heard footsteps outside.

I was reluctant to let go of him. Another shot of longing ran through my veins. Not touching him was like physical pain.
I stomped back down the stairs and grinned with happiness.
Nick and Mike greeted me and messed up my hair as I walked by. Shane noticed, however, that my whole face was smiling. He frowned and stopped in front of me.
He looked at me for a while, cocked his head and listened to my heart beating fast. It wasn't like usual when I was with Jake, it was stronger and almost flips with joy.
Then he looked at my lips, which were still slightly damp, he took a short breath and then got big eyes.
"No," he whispered in horror. A painful expression developed and his eyes sparkled, he felt betrayed by me.
How could that be? It was just Jake.
"He bit you and you ...", another barely audible whisper.
My joy and happiness subsided, was dampened a little by Shane. I wanted to put my hand on his cheek, comfort and calm him, but he backed away from me. I felt a brief painful stab in my heart that Shane had never rejected me. My hand hung between us in the tense air, I let it drop again and grimaced a little.I could still feel Jake behind me, but right now I didn't even want to see him anymore. Shane looked up and a hostile expression glimmered in his eyes.
"How could you?" That hurt voice again, feeling betrayed.