He moved closer, and I panicked.
“--Do you want something to eat?" I interjected."Um… My mom won’t mind.”
I offset his train of thought; I could see the confusion painted across his pale face.
“Sure… I guess so? Why not?”
I twisted the knob and pushed, but the door didn’t open. It was locked! Damn it! Mom must not be home yet--Shoot! Of all the days she could pick to be late, why today? She was probably trying to evade my father…
I quickly began to regret inviting him inside--
Slowly, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my spare house key.
“You can sit the book bag there,” I said, opening the door and pointing down beside the staircase.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled out some bread and lunchmeat. Jesse sat at the counter and stared across at me.
“Um… I don’t work well when I’m being stared at,” I grumbled.
“Fine. Then I won’t stare,” he snickered.
“I know you won’t,” I hissed back.
He walked over to the kitchen window. I made him a sandwich and sat it on a paper plate beside me. Then, I began making my own.
“There’s yours,” I said barely pointing to it. “You can put whatever on it. It’s all in the cabinets up there…”
“Hm,” he said, poking my shoulder, “What about this… mine too?”
I looked up for a second, “You’re so lame, ugh…”
“It may be... But, you still didn’t answer me,” he said, moving closer.
I turned to look at him.
His face was stricken with sudden seriousness, and his brown eyes burned solemnly.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I snapped and shied away.
He leaned closer, his lips just inches away from my own.
“Are you scared?”
“Hell no,” I retorted snippily.
“Let’s see what scares you then.”
Shit... what did I just do? Damn it, Jen! You are scared! You do know that, right? Why didn’t you just say yes? Say it while you still have a chance to take it back! Just scream Yes! Yes, I’m scared!! at the top of your lungs!
“Shhh,” he said, putting two fingers to my lips.
And then he kissed me. I could feel that he wanted me to be frightened--maybe he had a fetish for it. But, I wasn’t gonna let him get the best of me--not again.
I tried to kiss back with the same force… and for a while, I was actually out-doing him. But, I suppose he felt like his manhood was being tested or something… So, he swept the plates aside and lifted me up. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the countertop and he was pulling himself between my knees.
“Are you scared yet?”
Damn right I was scared--Kissing was one thing, but this--? This was something completely different.
I looked up at him and bit my bottom lip. A few strands of hair had fallen in front of his eyes. I thought about the consequences of my latest response, and this time, I chose wisely.
“Oh really?“ he said grinning. “Jennifer Brighton, afraid? …I don‘t believe it.”
He leaned a bit closer and grazed my neck with the brim of his lips; and for a short while, I felt that it could have been Cat‘s soft lips upon me, but I quickly remembered that it wasn’t when feeling his teeth pinch at my skin.
But it felt--it just felt so good… I breathed a little harder and grabbed a hand full of his shirt. He ran his fingers up my leg, and I quivered.
“Jennifer Brighton… Are you scared?” he asked again more calmly.
“Yes,“ I said in almost a whisper..
“Are you sure? Speak up, Jen,” he teased.
“Damn you, Jesse…”
“What was that?”
“I’m scared--Now get the hell away from me!” I yelled, pushing him away. “If this is your way of telling me you like me,” I hissed, “you’re sure as hell doing a bang-up job…”
I crossed my legs and nervously brushed my hair back into place.
“Am I really?” he said playfully running his hand along my leg.
“Get the hell out of my house,” I growled through gritted teeth.
In my fit of rage, I actually sounded a lot like my mother… oh my god…
“If that’s what you really want me to do, then sure,” he said smiling.
Ooooh, I hated that--crooked, sinful grin!
“Yes, that’s what I want you to do. Now, get out!”
“You sure? You’re not gonna make me clean this mess I made first?”
I looked at the scattered bread and empty paper plates, then sighed into my hands.
“No, I’ve got it… Just leave, okay...”
He complied without a word.
After hearing the door shut, I slid down from the counter and walked over to the kitchen window. I pulled open the curtains and looked out at his figure disappearing into the grey haze of afternoon shadows.
After cleaning the mess, I sat around in the kitchen for a few hours and waited for mom to come home. When she didn’t show, I went upstairs to take a shower. Then, I got into bed. I stared off into the distance at the dimly lit ceiling, admiring the shadows creeping across the dainty floral patterns above.
I could suddenly feel Jesse’s fingers running along the length of each leg. I could scarcely feel his body gently pressed against mine and his lips trembling against the underside of my neck.
To find recluse, I rolled over onto my stomach and gently clasped the blankets between my fingers. The cool folds between the cotton sheets refrigerated my hot skin, and I found a kind of peace from his burning touch at last... but how long will it last?
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