friend, put in a movie, and spend the whole time making out instead of watching the movie. with or without a little over the shirt second base action,” He explains.
My heart jumps around inside my chest excitedly.
“What movies did you bring?”
“I brought some classic ‘80’s teen movies. So, if by chance you get bored of making out then you can at least gain some inspiration for rebellious behavior from these flicks.”
“I doubt I’m going to get bored making out with you,” I assure him.
Something sad passes through his eyes briefly but he tucks whatever it was neatly away and smiles.
“I sure as hell hope not.” He motions for me to get comfortable and he puts in the first movie.
What kind of a name ‘Breakfast Club’ is for a movie? Is it about teenagers who eat breakfast together? Asher cozies up next to me on the bed and my stomach starts to turn itself in knots.
What now? Do I kiss him? Do I wait for him to kiss me? Does my breath smell okay? What did I do with my hands when we kissed last night? Crap, I can’t even remember.
“Angel,” He whispers, his breath tickling my ear and sending goosebumps all over my neck. “Just relax, the second I laid down you went stiff as a board. And, the look on your face is like you’re laying in bed with a wild animal that you think is going to attack you. This is supposed to be fun. Relax, Okay?”
I nod and he pulls me against his chest gently.
“Watch the movie, let things happen naturally,” He coaxes.
I take a deep breath and his masculine scent surrounds me. I start to feel my heart rate return to normal and I try to enjoy the simple fact that I’m cuddling in bed with a gorgeous guy, watching a movie like a normal college girl.
Asher
Eve finally starts to relax a few minutes into the movie. It seems like she’s even enjoying it. And, just like usual, I get my own enjoyment out of her reactions to the movie. The way her eyes light up right before she laughs, the way she blushes when anything sexual is mentioned, and my favorite is the way she looks absolutely scandalized by the idea of drugs in someone’s locker.
“I think this is exactly the sort of thing my parents were afraid of exposing me to if I’d gone to public high school.”
“Sooner or later everyone is exposed to things: sex, drugs, temptation. Eventually you have to decide about yourself as a person and how you feel about participating in them or not.”
“Have you done drugs?” She asks, her eyes wide as saucers.
“I’ve dabbled,” I admit. “Does that surprise you?”
“Everything surprises me,” She points out. “Why? Does it surprise most people to hear that you’ve ‘dabbled’ with drugs?”
“Yes, but it’s usually the use of the word ‘dabbled’ that surprises them. They take one look at my piercings and tattoos and figure that I’m understating my use of drugs,” I explain somewhat bitterly.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m the guy from the wrong side of the tracks. I look like trouble, I come from a poor family. People expect that I do drugs and generally get in trouble with the law.”
Now Eve looks truly surprised.
“Asher, you’re a brilliant student, on your way to becoming a PhD student. And, you’re one of the kindest men I know. I think anyone who would just write you off as a druggie loser is really missing out on getting to know the real you.”
Her words are so raw and honest that they tear my heart wide open.
I crash my lips into hers, trying to pour every ounce of appreciation I can into it. She really sees me.
My
My heart jumps around inside my chest excitedly.
“What movies did you bring?”
“I brought some classic ‘80’s teen movies. So, if by chance you get bored of making out then you can at least gain some inspiration for rebellious behavior from these flicks.”
“I doubt I’m going to get bored making out with you,” I assure him.
Something sad passes through his eyes briefly but he tucks whatever it was neatly away and smiles.
“I sure as hell hope not.” He motions for me to get comfortable and he puts in the first movie.
What kind of a name ‘Breakfast Club’ is for a movie? Is it about teenagers who eat breakfast together? Asher cozies up next to me on the bed and my stomach starts to turn itself in knots.
What now? Do I kiss him? Do I wait for him to kiss me? Does my breath smell okay? What did I do with my hands when we kissed last night? Crap, I can’t even remember.
“Angel,” He whispers, his breath tickling my ear and sending goosebumps all over my neck. “Just relax, the second I laid down you went stiff as a board. And, the look on your face is like you’re laying in bed with a wild animal that you think is going to attack you. This is supposed to be fun. Relax, Okay?”
I nod and he pulls me against his chest gently.
“Watch the movie, let things happen naturally,” He coaxes.
I take a deep breath and his masculine scent surrounds me. I start to feel my heart rate return to normal and I try to enjoy the simple fact that I’m cuddling in bed with a gorgeous guy, watching a movie like a normal college girl.
Asher
Eve finally starts to relax a few minutes into the movie. It seems like she’s even enjoying it. And, just like usual, I get my own enjoyment out of her reactions to the movie. The way her eyes light up right before she laughs, the way she blushes when anything sexual is mentioned, and my favorite is the way she looks absolutely scandalized by the idea of drugs in someone’s locker.
“I think this is exactly the sort of thing my parents were afraid of exposing me to if I’d gone to public high school.”
“Sooner or later everyone is exposed to things: sex, drugs, temptation. Eventually you have to decide about yourself as a person and how you feel about participating in them or not.”
“Have you done drugs?” She asks, her eyes wide as saucers.
“I’ve dabbled,” I admit. “Does that surprise you?”
“Everything surprises me,” She points out. “Why? Does it surprise most people to hear that you’ve ‘dabbled’ with drugs?”
“Yes, but it’s usually the use of the word ‘dabbled’ that surprises them. They take one look at my piercings and tattoos and figure that I’m understating my use of drugs,” I explain somewhat bitterly.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m the guy from the wrong side of the tracks. I look like trouble, I come from a poor family. People expect that I do drugs and generally get in trouble with the law.”
Now Eve looks truly surprised.
“Asher, you’re a brilliant student, on your way to becoming a PhD student. And, you’re one of the kindest men I know. I think anyone who would just write you off as a druggie loser is really missing out on getting to know the real you.”
Her words are so raw and honest that they tear my heart wide open.
I crash my lips into hers, trying to pour every ounce of appreciation I can into it. She really sees me.
My
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