The Way To Steal My Heart

Confessions

In a few weeks, I had been healed. Better, at least. I stared at my body in Norman's bathroom mirror. Relax, I was still wearing my underwear and bra. I stared at my hideous scars. The large, light red, jagged scars. The scars from the knife and from the doctors. I'd been hit in some organs, so they had to be replaced. Norman paid for the surgery, so I'm still trying to pay him back.

A light knocking came from the door. I yelped in surprise as Norman pushed his way through. I grabbed my shirt and pants.

"Sorry!" I squeaked, pulling my pants up. Norman walked up to me and kissed my lips, unexpectedly. "N-Norman... What...are...you...doing?" I murmured between kisses.

"You're so beautiful." He answered. "And I've done some thinking." He stated, pulling away.

"That's dangerous." I remarked, throwing a smirk at him.

"Seriously. I've figured out how you can pay me back." He insisted.

"How?" I asked, feeling my cheeks start to blush as I got an idea of what he was saying.

He started to stroke my cheek. "I'll only do it if you're up for it." He said, getting close enough so that our stomachs touched. My heart leaped at the touch.

"Um." Was all I could say. Was I really ready for this? We'd only met a few months ago, and most of that time I was healing, one of those months was when he was with Ashley. I could think of hundreds of reasons why not to. Norman nodded, stepping away. "I'm sorry. But, I'm just not ready for it yet." I apologized.

"It's ok. I understand." Norman said, turning to leave.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. Norman shut the door and I stood alone in the bathroom with only my bra and jeans. I sighed at my reflection. Why was I such a wussy? I pulled on my light pink sweater and exited the bathroom. Norman was sitting on the couch, watching TV. It was the news. Nothing really special going on.

I turned towards the kitchen, wanting to avoid him. I checked the time. It was 5:48 pm. May as well make dinner. I took out a pot and pan. I turned the stove on, waiting for it to heat up. I poured some water into the pot, waiting for it to boil. I rummaged the pantry for some pasta. I grabbed a bag and some tomato sauce. Tonight was going to be simple. I grabbed some sausage out of the fridge. The pot started to boil, and I put the spaghetti into it, breaking a stack in half so it could fit. I dumped the meat into the pan, waiting for it thaw a bit. I took out a wooden ladle, stirring the pasta.

I hadn't realized that Norman was behind me until I backed into him. I yelped and turned to face him.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Norman apologized. "Just wondering what was for dinner."

"It's ok. I'm making spaghetti." I answered, gesturing to the pot, which was boiling, and pan, which was sizzling and crackling. I started to stir the sauce.

"Smells good." Norman complimented.

"Thanks. You know, you really need to buy some food." I joked. "You literally only have noodles and-" I cut off as Norman's lips gently kissed my right shoulder. "N-Norman. I-I..." I whimpered. Norman started to move his lips towards my neck, brushing the hair out of the way. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. I set the ladle down, turning to face him.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured, before attacking my lips. He pulled me closer, until we were chest to chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, gently pulling on the soft, baby hair. His little beard tickled my chin, making me giggle a little. His tongue rubbed against my lips, wanting entry. I kept them shut, not because I didn't want it, but because I liked teasing. He pressed harder, until I let him in. Norman's hands slid down my back, towards my ass. I felt a bulge forming in his pants.

Behind us, the boiling water started to overflow, sizzling on the stove. I broke away from Norman, grabbing the spoon and stirring, lifting it off of the burner. I held it over the sink, letting some of the water out. Norman took out another rectangular pan. He took out a strainer, handing it to me. I drained the water, until only pasta was left in the strainer. Norman took the pasta and dumped a bit into the pan, then added the sauce, and the rest of the pasta. He topped it off with loads of parmesan cheese. Then he threw it into the oven, setting it for about half an hour.

He turned to face me, a smirk on his face. In two strides, he stood in front of me, kissing me deeply. "It'll take a while. What'd you say we do something fun?" He murmured into my ear seductively. I shivered, unable to say no. He leaned down to my neck, gently sucking on the skin. I let out a small moan, causing him to suck harder. He was determined to leave a hickey. He bent over, grabbing my thighs, making me wrap my legs around his waist. He led me out of the kitchen, towards the bedroom. My heart started to beat faster, pounding on my rib cage.

"Nervous?" He asked, gently setting me down onto the bed. I nodded, scooting back a little. "It's ok. You'll be fine." He murmured, gently pushing me to my back. He hovered over me, making me feel trapped, yet secure. He sat up, pulling his lighter blue sweater off, throwing it to the floor. I took the edges of my shirt, but I felt cowardly.

"C-can I keep my shirt on?" I asked. Norman nodded, and bent down, kissing me anyway. His muscles bunched as he moved. I felt like jelly under his touch. He moved his hand to the button of my jeans, lifting my shirt slightly. He undid my button, then pulled my zipper. I started to breath faster as he pulled them down. When they got to my ankles, I kept them there. I was scared to reveal myself to him all the way.

He started to fumble with his zipper, when I remembered something.

"Norman. Do you have a...a, um..." I stuttered. Norman nodded and stood up, walking to his dresser and pulling out a small silver package. Then he came back over to me, positioning myself between my legs. I started to shake, and not in a good way. My nerves got the best of me.

"Amanda, you ok?" He asked, stopping. I shook my head. "What's wrong?" He asked, getting up. As soon as he stood up, I pulled the pants back up, buttoning them.

"I'm sorry. I just can't do this." I apologized, standing up.

"Hey, hey. It's ok." Norman murmured.

"No it's not! I-I just- I don't know!" I stuttered. Norman nodded, and stepped closer.

"It's ok." He murmured. He rubbed my shoulder. "Like I said, we don't have to."

I nodded. "I'm sorry Norman." I apologized.

"It's ok." He repeated. We stood there forever, neither of us knowing what to say to the other. Luckily, the oven saved us from the awkwardness.

"C'mon. Let's eat." Norman murmured, keeping his arm around my waist. He was so caring. I just rejected sex and he still cared about me. I felt myself smiling. I was so lucky.