Page 21 of Once Bitten

We sat in silence for the next five minutes. And I wondered why he wasn’t just going to take me home if he didn’t want my company.

The road opened up into the car park of the lookout and he swerved a hard right and parked the car in an empty spot, as far from the other cars as possible.

He turned the engine off.

I waited for him to speak or to turn towards me...to do anything.

“Finn?” I said his name softly.

He didn’t say anything, but I noticed his jaw twitch in response.

“Take me home, Finn.” I finally whispered, after a few more moments of silence.

Then, before I could move, he turned and reached for me, pulling my face towards him and kissed me hard.

I froze, surprised. This was the last thing I had thought would happen tonight.

Wanted...dreamed...prayed for it, but never expected it.

His lips were hard against mine, his tongue pressing against my closed lips trying to coax them open. “Oh, Kara...” He moaned, and my heart skipped a beat and I finally allowed myself to melt into his kiss.

My mouth opened as I moaned, my body coming alive, the blood rushing to my face. The intensity of his kiss surprising me as his tongue slid into my mouth and flicked gently against mine.

His skin was both rough and smooth against my cheek at once, and he smelled deliciously of his cologne...and something else.

But all I knew was that Finn was kissing me. ME. My hands came up to run through his hair as the kiss deepened still.

His hands roamed all over my body, sliding down from my face, over my bare neck and shoulder and arms, our lips just pressed harder and harder against each others, until I had to pull away for a breath.

I sucked the air in as we stared at each other, in shock at what had just happened.

I had barely exhaled before he lunged towards me again. His mouth hard and wet against mine, almost unforgiving as he reached for the back of my dress, fumbling with the zipper.

His teeth bit into my lip and I whimpered from the pain.

“Finn...slow down...Finn...” I said, pulling my mouth away from his, as much as it tortured me to do so. He ignored me and started to slide the zipper down my back.

This, I hadn’t prayed for. Not yet.

“Finn. No.” I said again, pushing him away.

He ignored me again and tried to push his mouth against mine.

I pulled away, keeping my hand on his chest this time, to force him to keep his distance.

“Finn! What is wrong with you? I said no!”

“Aw, come on, Heather lighten up!” He shouted at me...and then I realized what it was I’d smelled. It was alcohol. He was drunk.

“Are you DRUNK?”

“No. I had a few drinks, so what? It’s our Prom, prude.”

I recoiled at the insult and busied myself by reaching behind and pulling my zipper up to distract me from crying at how the night had turned out.

“I’m not a prude, I just....I don’t think we should do anything we might regret if you’re drunk, Finn.”

“I don’t DO regrets, Kara. Though you might, if you don’t go through with this.”