The Model

Ch.15 - A Dinner To Remember. Part2

"Let's sit in the living room." She whispers in my ear. I nod and first, she helps me collect my things in my purse, putting it back the way it was. Then, she helps me up, her hands gripping my forearm gently but firmly enough.

"I'm sorry that I got you into that state." Erika's voice is weak and frail. We sit on the large couch and we lean back into it. She places a blanket over me and I snuggle into it, smelling vanilla.

"It's ok," I mutter. My voice is scratchy.

"Water?"

I nod. She gets up and leaves me in the living room. I try to stop the flow of memories but some part of me finds itself punishing me for anything I've done wrong to mom. Sometimes I feel deserving of the torment.

I hear the door open and stay where I am. Trying hard to forget the memories. I feel the couch dip slowly and I finally look up. Erika has a glass for herself too and hands me mine. I take it gratefully and sip, quenching my thirst.

"Thank you." I mutter. But it's not for the water.

"Of course." She seems to understand as she scratches her chin almost curiously in thought.

"You're right. I should have opened up more before asking you anything." Erika speaks finally and I frown.

"I overreacted." I admit and look up at her as she looks into my eyes. Her dark eyes are deep and thoughtful but curious nonetheless.

"Rightfully so." She sips again and I do too. Silence in the air.

"Let's just not talk about our families." Erika suggests and I nod enthusiastically. She chuckles and sips her water again.

"You have a really nice house." I make small talk with her but she just shrugs. I set the water down on the table and watch as she does the same. She stares at the water for a moment and then into my eyes.

"I've been wanting to kiss you all night and that wasn't the way I wanted to kiss you." Erika breathes and I feel heat overtake my cheeks again.

"In what way then?" I stutter and look from the cups and into Erika's eyes. Both of us are silent. Anticipation growing and waiting. I watch as she chuckles to herself.

"What's so funny?" I frown and before she answers, she leans forward, our noses brushing for only a moment and then her lips press into mine. This kiss is foreign now. It's new and enticing. Her arms wrap around my shoulder, pulling me in. I gladly let her touch me and cling to her shirt.

The kiss deepens as we lean into each other, both of us fighting for more from the other. We both want each other. It's obvious. There in the air.

She presses her hand on my back and pulls me into her arms. We somehow lay on the couch, my chest on hers. My legs in between hers. Our lips never breaking.

We pull away for a moment to breath.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" She asks and I blush. She flips me under her.

"No." She has me pinned under her and kisses me once. Twice.

"You're good at it." She kisses me before I can thank her and we both lay in each other's arms for what feels like forever. Kissing.

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"This is your room?" I am in awe. We had finished kissing ten minutes ago. She gave me a personal tour of what she remembers in the house before I went anywhere I shouldn't.

"Yeah." She stands by the door as I enter slowly. Her king bed sits with a dark brown wooden head board and foot stand. Matching furniture surrounds the bed and a large balcony sits outside a double screened window outlooking the ocean.