The Mom Next Door

47-Comfort

*jens pov*

"Shit..." I say after we pull away. "Should we not have done that..?" She asks and I tilt my head.

Honestly, we shouldn't have kissed. I'm still technically seeing Leah. But she's in a whole different country. And I can't help but say that I did want Giselle to kiss me. I didn't even notice until it happened.

"It's okay. I liked it.." I say softly and tuck her hair behind her ear. She smiles and backs up a little. "I'll let you use the bathroom now." She says and I giggle before she walks out.

I look down at my phone and I'm getting a facetime call from Leah. She finally decides to call, right at this moment?

"Hey." I answer. "Hi how are you?" She asks nicely. "I'm good, just out with a few friends." I say. "That's great. Everything going okay?" She asks. "Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine." I nod. "I miss you." She says softly and gives me this look. And that's when it happens, this wave of guilt comes over my body.

I just kissed Giselle and now I'm on the phone with the girl I'm in love with. Leah just hasn't been texting me back, and I haven't been thinking about her lately. So I guess I didn't think about how that kiss would effect me.

"I miss you too...a lot." I say and she smiles. "Alright, well I'll let you get back to your friends, yeah?" She asks. "Ok. I'll talk to you later." I say and we hand up.

Once I use the bathroom, I walk out and go back to the living room. I sit beside Giselle, and I'm basically quiet for the rest of the night since that kiss was the only thing on my mind.

Once me an Giselle leave, we call a cab and head home.

"I had fun tonight." I tell her as we walk up the stairs. "Me too." She smiles. We get to our floor and stop since this is where we part ways. "Sleep well, ok?" Giselle tilts her head and I just stay quiet.

"What?" She asks softly. "Can I sleep with you?" I ask innocently and she giggles. "Really?" She asks with a smile and I nod like a little kid. "Ok. Go change into some pajamas then come to my room." She tells me and walks the other way to her room.

I do what she tells me and go to my room before changing into sweatpants and a tank top. I wash off my makeup and brush my teeth. Then I head to Giselle's apartment.

I open the door since it's unlocked, and I walk into her bedroom. I sit on her bed, then I turn and realize she's in the bathroom changing. I try not to look, but I can't help to peak a little.

She finishes getting her clothes on, and goes to turn around, so I just act like I'm on my phone. "You okay?" Giselle asks sweetly once she walks out of the bathroom. "Mhm. Why?" I ask. "You were a little quiet near the end of the party." She tilts her head and sits beside me on the bed.

"Just tired I guess." I shrug. "Ok." She nods. "You want to go to sleep?" She says and puts her hand on my thigh. "No, I'm not tired anymore. Just spend time with me." I say and she smiles. "Ok. I can do that." She nods and I smile.

"So what did you think about everyone today?" She asks. "Um- they were all pretty nice." I say and she tilts her head. "What?" I ask. "That didn't sound promising." She says. "I don't know. They were cool." I shrug. "I saw the way your mood changed when they were talking about you not being a virgin." She says.

"Yeah...But it's alright. Men can be dicks, I mean I've dealt with that type of stuff all my life." I shrug. "Really?" She asks and I nod. "Yep." I sigh. "I mean- I just don't get it. Dudes see a hot girl, and the only thing they can comment on is how big their ass is, or how many bodies they have-. Like why can't they just say 'you look really pretty' or 'I like that outfit'??" I ramble on.

"I know. I understand. Women want to be loved and complimented, not sexualized." She says. "Exactly." I sigh. "Well Im sorry about them..." She tilts her head. "It's okay. You don't have to be sorry." I force a smile.

"I'm just glad you were there with me." I say and she smiles. I tilt my head and just look at her, then I suddenly feel my eyes start to get watery.

I don't know why but I've been a bit of a crybaby lately, for no reason. Maybe I'm just little homesick, I'm also stressed since I have to go back to class tomorrow. And obviously the whole thing about Leah just adds to this.

I knew this would happen. My mom told me that when she came to New York from Puerto Rico, she went through a week of just being depressed. I think that might be starting, and I'm not looking forward to it.

Giselle raises her brows when she realizes I'm about to cry. "Don't cry chéri." She giggles and brings me in for a big hug. She lays down on her back with me on top of her as we're still hugging.

"Why are you crying..?" She asks and rubs my back. "I don't know." I say shakily. "That's okay. It's okay to cry." She says softly. I sit up on top her and just look in her eyes.

I cover my face and cry even more. Giselle puts her hands on my thighs and just strokes them up and down, comforting me and letting me cry.

Whenever I cried in front of Leah, she could never take it. She always wanted me to stop, or she just couldn't look at me. But Giselle is just letting me get it all out, which is kind of nice. There's no judging, or me having to worry about making her cry too.

I take away my hands from my face and wipe my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I say. "Stop apologizing." She says and I smile a little.

I sigh once I collect myself, and I just look in her eyes as she's laying under me. I feel my stomach get that fluttery feeling again, and I can tell that she noticed.

She tilts her head with this completely calm and content attitude. "Well..?" She says.. "What?" I ask since I didn't say anything. "Are you going to keep staring or are you going to kiss me?" She asks and I press my lips.

I lean down and cup her face before kissing her.