He is smiling...does it mean he's been having fun? Dad had asked us to stay for the night...the same person that had seemed bothered before they went out. But he seems fine now...even letting us sleep in the same room. Mom doesn't seem to mind.
There had been a cake...which reminded me of the one Riley had ordered. I'd only had a slice before sending the rest to Taffy who had complained a lot about sugar and calories before giving me his present...it was still unopen...in the car.
Then they'd given me presents...a cologne from dad, then mom told him I didn't use it so he brought out a whole box of different brands.
"Pick one yourself."
The different brands had shocked me but I limited myself and picked two. One I liked and one to Riley's taste...I use his often so, I should provide it one time right?
Mom fortunately or unfortunately got me a sewing machine.
"They assured me it isn't loud. I'll send it to your school."
"I don't..."
"Are you planning on dropping it?"
I pouted and turned to Riley who squeezed my thigh.
"Not yet!"
"Then you could use it until it isn't necessary. I am not forcing it on you."
Now I want to tell her that I want to drop it, how could she talk like that?
I'd wanted to tell her Riley had already gotten me the same brand just the other day but chose to keep silent...because of his damn signal. He'd ordered it online...should be at the dorm pick-up right about now.
The noise had seemed to be a problem with the first one we'd gotten so he'd suggested it and I had agreed.
"Thanks mom!"
"No problem. It's my duty."
Well okay! She seems happy I had accepted it, such a waste though.
"Why are you smiling?"
"You seem happy."
"At least it didn't end in argument."
"Then let's meet my parents, yeah!"
"Okay!"
Although it feels strange and wiggly in my stomach, I want to meet his parents... and siblings. I should thank them for giving his parents reason enough to go and get the third kid?
"Hold me!"
"Come here!"
He pat the space beside him and I quickly joined him. Sleeping in each other's arms was the best way I could sleep.
"I talked to your dad before this."
"I figured."
"I didn't want to keep it from you though hearing you say I am your boyfriend feels nice."
I'd felt nice saying it too. I hit his chest before burying my face in it, advantages of great pectorals.
"I like you Blane...a lot."
"Me too. I think it's crazy."
A finger pushed my face so I was looking at him...I whined. What is he up to?
"I want to kiss you...no, I want to devour you."
"You?"
I tried turning away.
"Can I kiss you Blane?"
Why is he asking me this when he can just do it? We kept stealing pecks from each other every other time, he could just do it and no one would mind. Mostly I wouldn't mind. I raised my head and pecked his lips, my cheeks growing hotter by the second.
"That okay?"
I was burning with embarrassment, those eyes were boring into me.
"No!"
I blink then raised my head once more but before I could place another, a large hand was holding onto my face. Then he softly apologized before leaning in. The lips on mine moved slowly, taking their time. I was shocked but smiled, was he making that move now?
The kiss deepened once I opened my lips to let him in, my head feeling woozy. This was the second time we'ce had such a deep kiss...I want more. One minute I was on his chest, the next I was on his lap, leaning on him, kissing him while his hand roamed. The moan doesn't sound like me at all...I don't think I am breathing properly....breathing exercises...
No! Why...Why is he stopping now?
Then I felt whatever was growing beneath me and had to stay still. I can't look at his face anymore, I want to hide in some hole forever.
"Don't move!"
"I want to get off."
"Just...Just relax for a while."
This is embarrassing...I don't think I have been this embarrassed in a really long time...and we are even in my parents house.
Now I was hyper aware of everything, his labored breathing, the large hands holding me...should I...no, I couldn't even bring myself to think about it, let alone peek.
"You okay!"
"I am fine!"
Shouldn't he be more worried about himself? I was just a few centimeters away from something we both wanted to take care of, it was giving me something to be cared for as well but not in that magnitude.
But, I am too shy to suggest it and he's too nice to have me do it.
"Don't think about me for now."
Hard to do with everything around I was feeling here but okay....Maybe he's advising himself.
"Okay!"
I want to leave but also sit here for a while. What had we even been talking about before that kiss, I sincerely can't remember. He's warm, and I feel cozy with him. He's the one place where I forget the world from, my home.