“Ben, I have to tell you something.”
My serious tone catches his focus quickly, his brows frowning.
“Okay. What’s up?”
Inhaling to dig up some courage, I ask, “So, you know the biker boy on Xypher right?”
Was that a twitch of his mouth upwards for a split second?
“Yeah.”
“Well…” Oh, God. Why is this so hard to say?
“I don’t want to hear about it.”
“Huh? But I think it’s important to tell y-”
“Nah. I don’t want to hear it.”
Well, what the fuck? He won’t even hear me out?
“So, Char. Tell me the moment you knew you liked me.” He moves over and kisses me on the cheek, changing the conversation.
I adjust my head on the pillow and face him, crossing my arms and pouting because he wouldn’t let me speak.
Well…I tried to be honest with him. When he does find out who I masturbated to and was contacted by, he can’t get mad at me for it.
“Why?” I retort shortly.
“Because. I want to know.” He squeezes my abdomen, egging me on.
“So nosey.” I poke him in the stomach back, loosening up, my annoyance quickly dissipating as I ponder over his question.
“Tell me.”
“Well, I think I’ve liked you for a long time, but I didn’t realize it until I heard you and Tree were dating. I’d never been jealous before but now I realize that’s what I was feeling at the time. Then when I heard you guys had sex from the other girls in the locker room, I broke down and cried to my mom all night. That’s when it really hit me that I wanted you as more than a friend.”
His mouth is a tightline, his eyebrows drawn-down and nose wrinkling, displaying a sign of hurt.
“I’m sorry, I hurt you like that, Char. I will never, ever hurt you again and I promise, I don’t care about other girls anymore. You’re the only one I want. You’re mine now… If you want to be, that is.”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
A rush of adrenaline surges through me. I can’t believe he’s asking me this right now. I curl my toes and fists to keep my composure but all I want to do is scream and shout it to anyone who’ll listen.
“Mhmm.” He nods, keeping his eyes on mine.
I bite down on my lower lip to hide my smile.
“Yes, of course I’ll be your girlfriend!” I kiss him hard and lean over him, my hair draping next to him and off his shoulder. My grin is so wide it’s about to split my skin. We stare at each other as I stay above him. He caresses my face gently, searching for something in it, but what, I don’t know.
“What?”
“I’m just so fucking happy right now.” He leans up and slams his mouth to mine. We make out for a while again, our body heat misting out from under the blanket.
“One thing,” I interrupt.
He stops; his hand still tangled in my hair.
