Kalon

17.

       I don't have a clue of when and how I ended up beneath Enzo on my sofa, on a Sunday evening.

At first we were kissing slowly but things quickly went in the other direction. And now one of his hands was on my ass, other one in my hair. Our legs tangled, clothes distorted as we were trying to touch as much as possible.

And then I heard a distant ding, of my door bell. At this point I want to remove it and throw it somewhere.

He gets up and looks at me, I'm dazed. He keeps looking at me and the bell Keeps ringing.

"It must be food", I say and get up. He holds my wrist and sits me down.

      "I'll see to it"

I try to function like a being with nerve cells but my nerves won't co-operate.

Let's just say that his kiss caused some kind of short circuit.

He comes back with pizza and says,
"Let's eat"

WTF. What do you mean by 'Let's eat?' Like you were not kissing the living shit out of me a few seconds ago?

On the outside I just said yes and got up to wash my face. I don't know the red on my cheeks was due to all crying or kissing?

This is really crazy, both of them either makes me cry or kiss me senseless!

I freshen up and go back to living room just to see Enzo comfortable on my sofa with a plate in one hand and pizza in another. His eyes on T.V., watching a ball game.

He looks like he belongs here, like he has done this plenty of times. Which he has, but just with the addition of little Trevor. We've hardly been alone.

I'm feeling a lot right now. Damon's betrayal, Enzo's kiss and him being comfortable in my home.

"Enzo I think you should go now", this came out before I could formulate a proper wording.

He looks at me for a few seconds before taking a bite of pizza and says
       "Nope. I'm not going anywhere. We're having pizza and then I'll finish the game and then I'll leave. Just come here and eat"

I look at him like he's an alien. Enzo has never behaved like this before. He's never said no to me, never straight out neglected my demand.

I couldn't be sad and hungry at the same time.

So I sat down and ate.

We ate. He saw the game and then left.

;

Two months later

We've been normal around each other. Who the fuck am I kidding? Things have been a little awkward between me and Enzo, since the night Damon confessed and Enzo kissed me.

We've been alone after that on numerous occasions but never brought up that kiss. The classic 'if-you-don't-talk-about-it,-then-it-never-happened' was working well for us.

This weekend Trevor was away again, so Enzo and me decided to order dinner. We had dinner and then started on beer. Two beers down, we were watching 'Friends', it was funny and I was laughing loudly and somehow ended up with my head on his shoulder.

And I stayed that way for the next half an hour. I would have stayed still if he hadn't moved his hand to my thigh. I shivered. He noticed.

We're both in our comfortable shorts. I'm wearing a green tank and he's wearing a black T-shirt. Our legs stretched on the table in front of the sofa.

We were both adults. Consenting adults. We have just had two beers- nowhere near drunk. We were both attracted to each other. (He wouldn't have kissed me otherwise. Or put his hand on my thigh for that matter) 

I know where this is going. I am just not sure if I am excited or nervous.

Moments pass, his hand still staying on my thigh. Then he moves his hand, slightly up and down.

My breathing changes. I put the beer down, for the sake of my sofa.

He cups my knee and squeezes it, God! I didn't know that knees were sensitive too.

When I look at him, he's not looking at me. My head was on his shoulder which means our faces  are very close now. I can see his lips clearly. Up close they look so soft and they felt soft too, the last time I was able to feel them.

His hand slowly went behind my knee and my breath hitched, he selected that exact moment to put his mouth on me. He cupped my jaw for better access, and lord knows I love his grip. His other hand made its way into my hair.
I could do nothing but hold onto his T-shirt.

Enzo knows exactly what he is doing and he's doing it slowly without any hurry, like he has all the time in the world.

I love the feel of his body, how his grip is a little tight but not too much, how his side is pressed into me, how his tongue gets to play with mine.

Our bodies were too much in sync for all this to be happening for the first time. It's such a crappy line but it's like- our bodies knows what the other liked.

After we finished I realised that this was the bomb sex people kept talking about.

And I was always on the hearing end, never on the receiving end.

Until now.

Until Enzo changed it.