It didn't take long for the group to decide what to do or where to go before dinner, since, as usual, on our days off, we cook for ourselves, whereas for the rest of the week, a team does the work for us for lunch and dinner. And yet today, for some reason, we're ordering from McDonald's or something. So Ron ordered our food to arrive around 8pm, leaving us a few hours doing absolutely nada. And with the tension between Chris and I being suffocating at home, you probably understand how eager I was to get out of the house. I could barely look into his eyes with the others around, or else I would suddenly heat up.
"You know, maybe staying home was a good idea after all," Hailey comments, attempting to catch her breath as she climbs up the hill in the middle of the forest. Someone had the enthusiastic idea to take a walk in the middle of the forest, and for fuck's sake, we should've taken a fucking map or something, because something tells me we're about to get lost soon, and we're already losing signal.
I laugh, "Feeling regretful, Hail?" I annoy her, feeling the urge to get back at her and Penelope for the stunt they pulled earlier. True, it did get me a massage, and Chris got a little more comfortable around me, thanks to them, but for the love of God, he invited me to sleep over tonight. Sleep over. What the fuck do you think we're gonna do? "Or are you just tired?"
"Girl, this is supposed to be my day off," she complains, rolling her eyes, "I'm not supposed to feel tired on my day off, for fuck's sake." And I'm not supposed to stress it through, either.
"Hail, can we talk?" Her king, Justin, jumps in out of nowhere, popping up from behind us after talking for a little with Chris while the others are walking ahead. This smells like trouble, because Hailey, who's been by Justin's side since before I even came here, is having issues with her rival, Michelle, who's been here two weeks, and Justin's sadly picking sides.
Looking over her shoulder, her smile falls and she simply shrugs, as I slow down and let the two of them continue ahead, knowing they might have an intense chat and I should probably not be around. "Missed me?" Chris' familiar voice rings through my ears as he approaches me, immediately putting a smile on my face.
I let out a quiet laugh before turning around to face him, seeing an amused grin on his joyous face. "Always," I respond with a wink, keeping our conversation light and playful. I love messing with his head, especially knowing the effect anything I do has on him. Excuse me for pissing him off on purpose.
Chris chuckles softly at my answer, amused by my attitude. His eyes shy away from mine for a split second before meeting my own again. Biting his lower lip, he says, "Don't fuck with my feelings." He snakes his hands around my waist and pulls my body towards his, crashing his plump lips on my mouth. Grinning proudly, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, feeling fireworks explode in my heart at his sudden touch.
Chris smirks through our kiss, and roughly slips his tongue in my mouth as his hands slowly lower themselves on my bum, before he squeezes it, making me let out a surprised moan. It's a good thing there's not a lot of people in this goddamn forest, or else they would probably be traumatised. Usually Chris and I aren't so affectionate in these kinds of public places, but I guess when all we do is provoke each other, shit ought to happen earlier than expected.
"You like that?" He mumbles quietly through our kiss, before he nibbles on my lower lip, ignoring my answer. I don't have to answer that. I like everything he does, and he knows it. Pulling away from my lips, Chris quickly grabs my hand and pulls me to a quiet corner, making sure it's a spot where the others can't see us - they barely notice us leaving - before he slams me against a tree, locking me in his grip as he places his arms next to me on the trunk, preventing me from escaping.
It's not like I want to escape, anyway.
Placing my hands on his collar line, I pull his face closer to mine and crash my lips on his, feeling a million butterflies in my stomach. It's strange how every single thing I do with Chris gets me feeling this kind of way, whether it's our first kiss in a bar, us making out on swings and in the pool, or almost ripping each other's clothes off in the middle of a forest. Chris kisses me back right away, biting my lower lip seductively before slowly breaking away. "Are you wearing that dress just to piss me off?"