Celestial Worlds

Chapter Eleven

I woke up the next morning feeling amazing.

    Last night was the best night ever in my whole celestial life. He’s still sleeping. Today, I woke up in his arms and I hope he wakes up in mine. I pull my head back, examining his face. He looks cute sleeping, his eyes are immobile and his lips are closed. I shift a little because it so cold, the air con already overtaking my body, my lips are dry inside so I lick them and thought about last night, how these lips kissed those perfect lips. I remember his lips being warm and soft and urgent at the same time, devouring everything and anything of what’s left of me. His kisses were hard and soft at the same time. His hold still burning from last night. His touch, scorching every single piece of flesh. He shifts and I look up, startled that I might’ve woken him up. He presses his eyes tight before he opens them and grunts while opening them. He stretches arms on either side of the bed and behind my neck. He spots me and smiles his lazy smile, my favourite smile, while his eyes closed. I quickly kiss his cheek and he envelopes me in a hug, rocking me side to side playfully and finally settles on top of me, technically crushing me in the process. I laugh and shove him off of me.

    “Let’s make breakfast,” I offer. I wonder what’ll happen downstairs, will things change? Will he kiss me anytime he wants now? Are we…together?

    “Brush teeth first?” He asks. I nod and bolt out the door, running upstairs. I change into a shirt that’s loose, not planning on being sexy so I won’t be too obvious. I pick a pair of new flannel pyjamas and change from my skimpy shorts last night. He ran his hands there. I shake off that thought, smiling.

    I run downstairs, to the kitchen, stopping at Jonathan’s door only to hear the faucet still running. I open the stove and cook some ham and eggs. I was just scraping the egg from the sides of the pan when arms envelop my waist. Jonathan smells like soap and strong, his perfume. He nuzzles in my neck which tickles me. I turn the stove off and shove the egg to the plate. I grab the plate and walk toward the counter, where we usually eat our breakfasts. I dig in the egg and eat, I’m starving actually. Before he sits, he gives me a quick kiss. I’m flushing by just thinking that he earned the privilege to do that whenever he wants. Our breakfast, contained of giggles and smiles, has finally ended and I’m the one who volunteered to wash the dishes. I was just scraping up the egg from the plate when he hugs me again from behind and does his ‘nuzzling of the neck’ thing. He trails his arms from my arms to my hands, taking the sponge and plate, setting them down the sink.

    “Maybe you can do that later,” he whispers in my neck. His breath gives me a thousand tingles and every cell in my body is jolted awake. Then he turn me around to kiss me soft, it’s a whisper of a kiss, only a touch, and he does this a couple of times before hoisting me up the counter. He’s in between my legs and he’s kissing me hard like he has to do this now then soft and slow like he can do this forever. He runs his hands on my stomach, waist, and thighs. His hand comes up under my shirt when he whispers, not leaving my lips. “Nick’s…coming over.” He pauses at his name to kiss me. Then he pulls away and says, “Is that fine with you?”

    I look at him quizzically and examine his puffy lips. I chuckle at his lips and say, “Of course.” Then he’s kissing me again. We kiss like that until I hear him say “shit!”

    I look up startled. “What? What’s going on?” Then I spot the sink, overflowing with water. I jump off the counter and ran to the sink, almost slipping in the process. I turn off the sink and turn to Jonathan, clutching the edges of the sink. “I told you I should’ve washed the dishes first,” I told him accusingly.

    He smirked and walked toward me rapping his arms around my waist, pressing me against him. “Technically,” he began, kissing my neck, “you didn’t say anything.” He continued to kiss my neck until the doorbell rang.

    I looked at him quizzically and said, “Who’s that? Is that Nick?” He kissed me one last time and said, “Pizza.” He walked towards the front door and came back with a few square boxes. He set them on the counter and opened one. He held a triangular slice and tipped it toward me.

    “Want some?” He asks.

    “No thanks, we just ate you know. You’ll get fat.”

    “No I won’t,” He says, chuckling. “I’m a growing boy, and besides, I’ll still be hot. Not smoking hot, but hot.” I find myself lingering at the phrase ‘growing boy’. I find myself asking him a question.

    “Exactly…how old are you?” He crinkles his nose and looks sideways, the way he does when he’s always thinking.

    “Er…eighteen?” He cringes when he says that. Like it’s a lie rather than the truth.

    “I thought you were younger,” I said as I shrugged. He sets the slice down and walks toward me wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He pulls back, arms still on my waist, to look at my face.

    “How about you? How old are you?” He asks, brushing a wayward strand of hair off my face.

    “Sixteen,” I reply quietly, looking down. Suddenly, I feel young. It now feels surreal that I made out not just a minute ago with a legal Mortal. An adult, in fact.

    “You’re young.” Is all he says to me. He kisses my forehead and moves on to his slice of pizza. I’m suddenly tired. I yawn and rub my eyes.

    “I…I think I’m taking a nap,” I announce in between yawns. Jonathan smiles and kisses me in the forehead again. I race up and close my eyes. Am I…dreaming? I hope this deal didn’t last up to five months. I wish it was longer. But…how will I tell him about this…this thing I’m on, this thing I’am?