Chapter 1
Black, is that color that gives me so much joy. I don’t know why I came to love it so much since my childhood days but it has always been my number one color. I embody the color with my daily appearance so much it caused people to sometimes question my choice of color. My shoulder length hair is ever jet black, my nails are always painted in black, my outfits are mostly in black, my phone case is black – it’s become my go-to color whenever I want to get something for myself. My car is also black, both exterior and interior. My room’s interior design is dominated by black and even though it seems weird, I still love the color so much.
It’s like a camouflage, like I move around wearing the color of the night during the day, it makes me feel special and elegant and it goes well with my milky skin tone.
And that’s why wearing my senior high school uniform tonight isn’t something I’m going to enjoy much.
Not that I don’t like my high school uniform, it’s a pretty one but just in a brown color which is one of my least favorite colors, and when I was in high school, I had no choice than to wear it but now that I’m in college and making my own money, I can very much decide what I want and don’t want.
“Mishil!” He calls from the living room in a sing-song tone. My best friend, Ace. And talking about Black, that’s what we first bonded on, it’s what kick-started our friendship. I believe every friendship starts because both parties bonded over something.
“Hmmmn!” I answer, I put my uniform that is on the hanger against the front of my body to see how it looks as I stand in my underwear before the tall mirror that is reflecting my full height.
“Hurry, we’re gonna be late.” He shouts and I could hear the excitement in his voice making me shake my head.
“Ace baby, it’s a school reunion, I don’t think there’s a late comer at this event!” I shout back.
Instead of a response, the next thing I hear is him barging in to my room, all dressed up in his uniform and still effortlessly looking so handsome making me lose my train of thought for some seconds, like a frozen person, I shamelessly stare at him, taking in the beauty I get to see everyday and night but never fails to mesmerize me each time I set my eyes on him.
“Hey!” I exclaim, quickly covering up with my uniform as I break out of my ogling stupor, “What have I told you about knocking?” I squint my eyes at him, ignoring the fast way my heart is thumping against my chest.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen, bae.” He winks at me.
“That was when we were kids, not as adults, Mister.” I glare at him, holding my uniform tighter against my body. Doing the exact opposite of what my inner self wants — go naked!
“Whatever, just hurry.” He walks towards my bed and plopped down on it, humming passionately. And I know it’s because he’s happy to be meeting old friends from our private high school and having fun with them. I’m excited too but can’t match his level of excitement. We both had a good high school experience so it’s really nice to be seeing our old classmates again.
“Why wasn’t our uniform black then? Ugh.” I groan while stylishly turning around to fully face him, still keeping my front covered from him.
“Mishil, just wear the damn uniform and let’s go.” He replies, not aiding my complaint.
“You need to leave my room for me to dress up.” I say back.
“Aren’t you in your underwear?” He questioned and moved to lay back on the bed, his legs spreading. My eyes did a quick dart down to his crotch, gulping down whatever has secreted in my mouth in the process before returning my gaze back to his face.
Yes. His face. That’s where his mouth is located, not between his legs. I scolded myself.
“So...?” I sass.
“Then fucking dress, you’re wasting time.” He says so nonchalantly like his presence doesn’t bother me. A good bother. A bother I shouldn’t indulge in. A bother that I should never let it relax within me. A bother I shouldn’t consider good because he is my best friend. BEST FRIEND!
“Ace.” I whine out in protest, doing well at ignoring the things happening to my inside. The things my mind is making up. The things that are badly good. Or goodly bad. I can’t even determine. Ugh.
“Okay, I’ll close my eyes. Just hurry. If I don’t rush you, you will take forever to get ready, so get moving, bae.” He says with that usual finality to his tone like he’s the older one here, seven months is a lot. So I couldn’t just agree. What does he mean by forever?
“I don’t take forever to dress up so carry your ass out of my room.” I deadpanned.
He lifts himself off the bed immediately those words leaves my mouth, his eyes zeroing on me as he stalks towards me in slow motion, his hands dipping into his pants’ pockets, bashful pride radiating off him making me cower from my bold stance and slowly walk backwards until my back hits the mirror behind me.
“Mishil baby,” He drawls as he stops before me, little space between our bodies, so little that I didn’t know when my hands that were holding up my uniform falls to my side, revealing my body in just underwear, my boobs almost grazing his chest, “Hurry or I. Will. Fuck. You.” He whispers airily to my face with a smirk.
Not that threat again. Ugh!
It’s not the first time he will be playfully threatening me with such vulgar words yet each time has a different impact. At first, I took them innocently when he started saying them since my first day joining his high school when I was so nervous to get out of the car because of how big and prestigious the school looked but since we started college three years ago and living together, things have been changing. Not sure if he knows how his playful threat has now become my inner wish. And it doesn’t help that his facial expression is always serious when he says it, and definitely doesn’t help with our close proximity at this very moment. The heat spreading around my body with tingles in my core are making my brain go mushy and my mind get foggy.
This is so unfair.
He doesn’t get to affect me this way and go scot free, and since I’m already in my underwear, why not just give him a taste of his own medicine?
“You’ve been saying that for six years now, yet it remains an empty threat. Can only mean you don’t have the balls to do it.” I bite my lips briefly, locking gaze with him daringly. My words however made something in those dark orbs of his glow brighter, they made his jaw tighten and automatically closed the gap between us, our bodies now pressed to each other.
Fire! Heat! Fucking hot!
“Mishil, you don’t say things like that. You don’t.” His voice sounded thicker than before, lower and deeper that made thrilling chills run down my spine. “You don’t know what I wanna do with that smart mouth of yours.” His right hand comes up to hold my chin tight, he stares down intensely into my eyes. The courage I mustered to say those words has immediately melted away since our body made contact. I became so weak in his hold that I know I will do anything he asks of me in this moment even if my rational self knows this is all wrong.
We are fucking best friends!
We shouldn’t cross that line.
But how can I fight these intense emotions when every fiber of my being craves him. His touch, his whispers, his lips, his everything. Anything to make my wet dreams and imaginations of him come true.
“Mishil~” he rasps, his face coming closer to mine, setting fireworks to go off in my stomach. It can’t be. He’s just teasing me. Pulling my legs. Trying to show me who the boss is when it comes to teasing the other. He’s just playing with me. He can’t be serious.
“Ace~” I drawl subconsciously like I’m being enchanted, feeling the air from his nostrils hitting my face, the hand holding my chin now cupping my cheek, and his other hand now tracing down my arm slowly until he gripped my waist gently but firm.
“Your lips,” He states, inching his face closer to mine, “I want to not only taste it but I also want to fuck it.” His gaze flickers from my lustful one down to my lips, then down to my pushed up cleavage then back to my eyes.
I know he’s playing. He’s joking. He can’t mean what he’s saying.
He’s taking these playful threats to an extreme level and I don’t think I have the willpower to resist him. My heart is thudding, my lower core already getting moist from this whole intenseness. He shouldn’t kill me but that’s the route he’s taking.
I won’t survive.
“Ace~” I called again, as a protest but it almost sounded like a moan that very much screams ’keep going!’. He didn’t stop, our lips were getting closer each second, my eyes subconsciously closed and I held my breath as I waited for the impact of his lips on mine.
One.
Two.
Thr–
Ooops!
