The sun shines brightly in my face and I throw my arm over my eyes, curling into myself like a cat. Christian’s arm is slung around me, his hand underneath my shirt, and his index finger is tracing circles around my belly button. I can tell he’s awake by the way he shifts his body when I cringe into him. His arm tightens around my waist, holding me tighter against him. I turn my face to look at him and our noses bump. He chuckles and leans over me to kiss me, running his hand higher up my shirt. I grab hold of hold of his hand when he starts to squeeze my breast and guide it back out from under my shirt. When he pulls away from me to examine my face I look away from him. My cheeks feel hotter than an erupting volcano.
“You’re going to have to let go some time, Princess…” he grunts into my ear.
“I don’t have to do anything,” I say, a bit too hard. He gives me a look so I start to pull away, but he yanks me back, hard, making me crash into him.
“Hey, Princess. Don’t go anywhere. Don’t be mad.”
I turn over in his arms and prop myself on my elbow. “Well you keep getting me to sleep with you, like that’s all you want from me. We aren’t even together, Christian.”
He sits up and leans back. “We aren’t?”
“No, not technically. You didn’t ask me out.”
“But I kissed you,” he says slowly, as if I were a special needs child and had to be talked to like I’m utterly incapable of understanding anything.
“That’s not the same thing.”
He sighs and scoots off the bed. “I’m gonna go find something to eat.”
When he’s in the doorway I blurt out, “Did I just mess up?”
He turns slightly, says, “Kinda,” and heads down the stairs.
I stand there staring at the space where he stood, and then shake my head and run down after him.
“Christian!” I yell as I trample down the stairs. My hand brushes the wall so I won’t trip and fall flat on my face when I reach the bottom.
“Why are you yelling? I’m right –”
I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He barely catches me, stumbling backwards into the dining room table and almost dropping me to the floor, but then he rights himself and he opens his mouth to scold me. Before he can even breathe I lean down and press my lips to his in a fervent kiss. He leans back into the table, holding me by my waist with one arm, the other pressing down into the wood to keep his balance.
His breaths are heavy and quick; he’s hardly able to get in any air each time our lips pull apart. I won’t let him because all of a sudden I need him. I need him more than I need air in my lungs to stay alive because right now, he is my air.
“Hey hey,” he murmurs against my lips. He pulls back, a smile on his face. “Slow down, tiger.” He scoots back so he’s sitting on the table with me on his lip. I lean forward, smiling, trying to kiss him again, but he teases me by pulling back or turning his face to the side so my lips just barely graze his jaw. “You can’t do that. We aren’t even together, Melinda.” He smiles mockingly.
I give him a phony look of utter sadness. “But I kissed you.”
“That’s not the same thing,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me.
“Please let it be,” I murmur into the kiss.