must be asleep. I check my watch. How did it get to be midnight already?
Since the house is usually a complete mess, I take Adam straight to my bedroom. I don't really know why I invited him in, and I definitely don't know why he agreed, but now there's this awkward silence between us. I guess I might have given him the wrong idea, but the truth is that I'm nowhere near ready to get involved with someone. Eventually we start talking again about the disappearance of Rose Tisser and Jessica Harper, and I can't help but mention the vampire angle, to see if he's curious.
"There was something about puncture marks on Jess Harper's neck," I say, glancing over at the window. Is Patrick out there in the darkness, watching us? Feeling a shiver run through my body, I hurry over and pull the curtains closed.
"That's what they said," Adam says. He's picked up my copy of 'Brave New World' and is thumbing through it. "But you know they didn't have DNA testing or anything back then. Puncture wounds could be from a syringe." He puts the book down. "So," he says with a smile, "you've mentioned vampires three times already today. Does that mean you believe in them?"
"No!" I say. "Totally not." I pause for a moment. "It's just interesting how people explain things they don't understand."
"There's no such thing as vampires," he replies. "Just 'cause we don't know what really happened with Rose and Jessica, we don't have to start believing in a bunch of ridiculous theories." He sits on the end of my bed. "I hope I didn't just insult you."
I shake my head.
"So," he continues. "Do you want to come and sit down?"
I stare at him for a moment. I'm pretty sure I know what he wants, and I'm starting to kick myself for getting into this situation. I guess it was naive of me to think that a hot guy would offer to take me out to the woods just for the sake of an adventure.
"I don't believe in vampires," I say, walking over and sitting next to him. I'm about to add some more lies, but Adam leans over and kisses me. It's a longer kiss than before, but there's still no tongue, just touching lips. We don't even touch one another with our hands. It's the gentlest, most chaste kiss you could imagine.
"Hey," he says, pulling back slightly.
"Hey," I say, taking a deep breath. Something about this whole thing feels really wrong.
"You wanna do that again?" he asks.
"Sure," I say, not wanting to hurt his feelings. This time there's more to the kiss, from both of us. After a moment, we seem to simultaneously take things a step further and our tongues meet. It's at this point that I put one hand on his shoulder, and he takes the cue and puts an arm around my waist. Scared by this sudden escalation, I pull back.
"Something wrong?" he asks.
"You saved my life today," I say, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. "I never thanked you."
"It was nothing," he says. "I mean... it was something, obviously..." He seems awkward now. "It was something, but it wasn't anything you need to thank me for. I saw you were in danger and I helped you. It was instinct." With that, he leans over and kisses me again, but this time I feel his hand reach up and brush against the front of my shirt.
"I don't know if I want to go all the way," I whisper, pulling back for a moment. "I... I have a problem with that."
"It's okay," he says, whispering too. "We can wait."
"It's not that I don't want to I say," I continue, still whispering. He has his hand on my knee now. "It's just... I've only ever been with another guy once before and it really hurt. Like, really hurt. I'm sorry. It felt like a knife inside me. I went to see a doctor and he said -" At this point I sigh, as I realize I've completely ruined the mood. "He said it's muscular," I continue. "He said I get too tense. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it."
He smiles at me kindly. "We can do other stuff," he says. "If you want to."
"Yeah," I say nervously, "only... not today."
He nods. I can see he's disappointed,
Since the house is usually a complete mess, I take Adam straight to my bedroom. I don't really know why I invited him in, and I definitely don't know why he agreed, but now there's this awkward silence between us. I guess I might have given him the wrong idea, but the truth is that I'm nowhere near ready to get involved with someone. Eventually we start talking again about the disappearance of Rose Tisser and Jessica Harper, and I can't help but mention the vampire angle, to see if he's curious.
"There was something about puncture marks on Jess Harper's neck," I say, glancing over at the window. Is Patrick out there in the darkness, watching us? Feeling a shiver run through my body, I hurry over and pull the curtains closed.
"That's what they said," Adam says. He's picked up my copy of 'Brave New World' and is thumbing through it. "But you know they didn't have DNA testing or anything back then. Puncture wounds could be from a syringe." He puts the book down. "So," he says with a smile, "you've mentioned vampires three times already today. Does that mean you believe in them?"
"No!" I say. "Totally not." I pause for a moment. "It's just interesting how people explain things they don't understand."
"There's no such thing as vampires," he replies. "Just 'cause we don't know what really happened with Rose and Jessica, we don't have to start believing in a bunch of ridiculous theories." He sits on the end of my bed. "I hope I didn't just insult you."
I shake my head.
"So," he continues. "Do you want to come and sit down?"
I stare at him for a moment. I'm pretty sure I know what he wants, and I'm starting to kick myself for getting into this situation. I guess it was naive of me to think that a hot guy would offer to take me out to the woods just for the sake of an adventure.
"I don't believe in vampires," I say, walking over and sitting next to him. I'm about to add some more lies, but Adam leans over and kisses me. It's a longer kiss than before, but there's still no tongue, just touching lips. We don't even touch one another with our hands. It's the gentlest, most chaste kiss you could imagine.
"Hey," he says, pulling back slightly.
"Hey," I say, taking a deep breath. Something about this whole thing feels really wrong.
"You wanna do that again?" he asks.
"Sure," I say, not wanting to hurt his feelings. This time there's more to the kiss, from both of us. After a moment, we seem to simultaneously take things a step further and our tongues meet. It's at this point that I put one hand on his shoulder, and he takes the cue and puts an arm around my waist. Scared by this sudden escalation, I pull back.
"Something wrong?" he asks.
"You saved my life today," I say, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. "I never thanked you."
"It was nothing," he says. "I mean... it was something, obviously..." He seems awkward now. "It was something, but it wasn't anything you need to thank me for. I saw you were in danger and I helped you. It was instinct." With that, he leans over and kisses me again, but this time I feel his hand reach up and brush against the front of my shirt.
"I don't know if I want to go all the way," I whisper, pulling back for a moment. "I... I have a problem with that."
"It's okay," he says, whispering too. "We can wait."
"It's not that I don't want to I say," I continue, still whispering. He has his hand on my knee now. "It's just... I've only ever been with another guy once before and it really hurt. Like, really hurt. I'm sorry. It felt like a knife inside me. I went to see a doctor and he said -" At this point I sigh, as I realize I've completely ruined the mood. "He said it's muscular," I continue. "He said I get too tense. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it."
He smiles at me kindly. "We can do other stuff," he says. "If you want to."
"Yeah," I say nervously, "only... not today."
He nods. I can see he's disappointed,
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