10

I had to ignore all the sarcastic and sometimes really inappropriate comments that deliberated behind my back all day. Putting my nerves to the test.

I sigh with relief when I finally set foot outside at the end of class, in a hurry to go home and think of nothing but my bed and my old book which, I know, will manage to take my mind off things.

What is actually happening. I'm hanging out in my bed, lost with Baudelaire and his long black lines when the ringing of my phone pulls me out of my bubble. I smile stupidly seeing Kyle's name appear.

-Hello ? I picked up, trying to channel the excitement in my voice.

- Hi, what are you doing beauty?

-I'm reading a book, warm in my bed. And you ?

- Well now, I imagine you naked in your bed.

I chuckle rolling my eyes even though he can't see me.

-Are you alone or are your parents there? he continues.

- No parents, why?

- Am I allowed to come?

My answer hangs in suspense, which makes him laugh softly.

- Not for what you believe, he specifies. Whatever, we'll see, he hastens to add in a playful tone.

And now all my senses are awakened again.

-Ok, I'll save you a place, I accepted.

-Cool, I'm in front of your house.

-What ? I was surprised, but he hangs up without answering and rings the doorbell.

So he was really serious.

I jump out of bed, pull out my messy bun, comb my hair with my fingers as I run through the house to the front door, then open with a smirk. Out of breath.

God, she looks like a teenage girl in heat. And clearly hungry.

-Oh, you're not naked, I'm disappointed. I'll come back later, he said, pretending to walk away.

I catch him by the arm, sharing a honeyed smile, while he braves the small step and pulls me against his body before giving me a long kiss of reunion.

Well, we saw each other yesterday, but still.

-Okay, you're hot anyway, I'm staying, he pretends to make up his mind.

I shake my head, amused, and drag him into the kitchen.

-You want something ? I suggested, checking the choices in the fridge.

-You, he replies, pressing his penis against my buttocks.

I jump as I sit up, taken aback, as his hand moves up and slides under my T-shirt.

-I was talking about drinking something, obsessed, I pushed him away, pretending to be totally relaxed.

We are alone, at home, and we really want each other. I think it's time for the famous moment.

"Very well," he growls, grabbing some coke.

I take out two glasses, fill them, and savor mine as he empties his in one go without taking his eyes off me.

-Here, he lets go, accompanied by a dimple smile that has an idea in mind. Now I'm hungry.

He takes my glass from my hands, puts it back on the counter, and brings me back to him again before taking my lips hostage. I open them without too much resistance, what's the point anyway, and let his tongue find mine.

"Looks like you know how to get what you want..." I mumbled.

-Always honey.

Thereupon, he pushes me until I stumble against the edge of a piece of furniture, then deflects into my neck. It doesn't take long for me to moan at the sensation, as always deliciously fascinating.

-A hand ? he asks me, encouraging me to sit on the kitchen unit, not being able to carry me there himself.

I do so, earning me an adorable smile and a long kiss of thanks before he goes back to torturing my neck and, once my t-shirt has been removed by me, my cleavage.

- Take it off honey, he orders me, pointing to my bra. I need more playground.

I bite my lip to hold back a too wide smile of excitement, his almost orange pupils glued to my chest as I comply a second time. Problem, I am cut off in my tracks when the sound of an engine and crackling gravel echoes up to us.

- Shit, shit, shit!

Seized with a movement of panic, I violently push Kyle away and jump to my feet, hastily putting on my t-shirt again.

-Let me guess, your parents?

"Sorry," I grimaced as Kyle bit back a tight smile.

-If there is an escape route for me to escape, it's now or never, my dear. Otherwise, we have a slight problem, he warns me without my understanding, until he shows me the huge bump more than visible under his jeans. Not sure they're not paying attention, it's pretty hard to miss.

He sneers as I punch his chest, then stiffens when the front door opens and my parents enter. They notice us right away, since the kitchen is open and overlooks the living room, which itself overlooks the entrance. In short, not the best when trying to go incognito.

Kyle hurries to pull me by the hip and tackle me in front of him, with the sole purpose of hiding his oversized erection.

-Oh, hello... says my mother when she sees us. Look at this Paul, we have visitors.

My father makes his turn and this time it's Kyle who is tense, I can feel it.

"Hello," he said simply, following my mother into the kitchen, who greeted Kyle much more warmly.

-Hello sir, he replies, more polite than I had ever heard.

My mom smiles like an idiot, my dad gives me a look that I don't know what it means, and Kyle discreetly pinches my hip to remind me that it would be nice to make the introductions and end this awkward moment.

-Yes, hmm, it's Kylian, I stuttered. He's in college with me, in my... Biology class, I lied shamefacedly, though I hate lies. We thought we could revise together so... That's what...

-Okay, that's great, inquires my mother who apparently sees nothing but fire in my canard.

-We go back then, I hastened to close this unfortunate scene.

I pull Kyle with me, who can't really avoid sticking to me so, under the insistent gaze of my father, we cross the kitchen almost one against the other. A horror.

The moment I close the door to my room, all the air in my lungs leaves me in a long breath of relief. Kyle, he collapses on my bed laughing.

-Tell me, does your father have a desire for murder right now or is it just my face that doesn't come back to him? he takes me out, making me burst out laughing as he goes to lie down next to him.

-I'm really sorry, I didn't think they were going to come back so soon. My mother told me for dinner...

-It's nothing, don't worry, he assures me, removing the scarf that holds his arm to straighten up a little. And so, what do we do now? 'Cause you're very cute honey, but I don't have biology

-I know, it was just an excuse. I don't have anything to revise either, I just have to read this book for a lesson.

I retrieve it from my bedside table to reveal the cover to him, shrugging his shoulders, which makes him laugh.

- That's it yes, as if I was going to read this shit.

- You know at least? I was indignant, hurt that he insulted the talent of my favorite author.

-Cam, take a good look at me, he articulates excessively, raising his eyebrows. I am very serious, you will not make me read a book, ever.

He tries to escape but I catch him at the last minute, and manage to lengthen him and block him by lying on top of him myself. He swears as he sinks back into the mattress, but childishly stubbornly refuses to take a single look at my book, remaining stupidly staring at the ceiling, making me laugh way too much.

-Fuck chick, he mutters, more or less angry when I put the book on his face, forcing him to read a few lines.

What should I say. Fucking man who puts my hormones in all their states.

He finally cooperates and, impossible to restrain myself, I burst out laughing again when he reads in a deep voice and an air of disgust "And I loved him more than anything, more than my soul"

I have a feeling he will love it...