She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him bad. The way he laid back and ran his long, pale fingers through that thick dark hair. The way he grinned and groaned and winked, revealing only one brown-gold eye.

She wanted him Bad.

He wanted her. Oh, he wanted her bad. The way she crossed her long, creamy, tan legs and blew the red-brown hair out of her face. The way she smiled and giggled and batted her eyelashes, vaguely showing her eyes, which were a color that could only be described as autumn.

He wanted her Bad.

Then out of nowhere, he grabbed her hand and led her to an empty closet in the middle of a party hosted by one of their friends. It was a thinly veiled attempt of his lust for her, but she was oblivious to it anyways.

“Marcus, what are you-?!” That’s all she was able to say, before he shut her up with a wanting kiss.

It was passionate and brief, and they kissed with all the want they’ve had for one another recently. He pinned her up against the wall, her hands above her head, making her drop that red plastic cup with ice and Cherry Coke in it. It spilled all over his shoes, but he just ignored it, more intent on kissing her. He pulled away for a second.

“I want you.” He stated simply, causing her to smile.

Autumn was getting into it, as Marcus was kissing her neck, and cheek, and nose, and lips, lovingly. She kissed him and right as their tongues were battling for dominance, Jade opened the door.

Marcus and Autumn broke apart to look at her, their faces flushed and in an awkward position.

Jade chuckled. “Well. Good thing I got here before someone whipped out the birth control. People are calling you and your banging on the walls and making a lot of noise.”

Autumn blushed. “Oh…yeah. Come on Marcus.”

She got out of his grip and grabbed his hand, straightening her hair and clothes, while he did the same and wiped lipstick off his chin and neck. They walked past Jade, hand-in-hand, and she just shook her head and chuckles, watching them walk away in a flustered fashion.

‘God. They freaking wanted each other.’ She thought before closing the closet door and returning to the party.