Bad Days

I Think I'm Gonna Go Bleach My Eyes Now

The house was quiet.

"I'm really worried about this, Naomi. I don't want them to be mad,"

"They're our friends, they can't not be supportive," Naomi said, rummaging through the fridge.

Declan leaned back against the kitchen counter, watching her. When Naomi closed the door of the fridge, he grabbed her arm and pulled her backwards into him. He hugged her around the torso from behind, his chin on her shoulder.

"I don't know," He said quietly, thinking back to Jordan and Bennett's concerns about him hurting her. If his friends couldn't trust him, how could he?

She rested her back flat against his chest and hugged his arms with her own. "When will they get here?"

"They said they're on the way," He mumbled.

Naomi and Declan had struggled with letting their friends in on the new development. They didn't know when, how, or where to do it so they gave themselves a week to figure it out in secret. A week that they used for sneaky pecks on the cheek, holding hands under tables, and telling Bennett and Jordan that they'd be staying after school every day for sports or extra credit purposes, when they were really running off to each other's houses to... study.

Eventually, the weekend had arrived and they decided that the time had come. 

Naomi pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm scared too, you know." she said. She turned around in his arms so they were facing each other. "But we're in this together, okay?"

Declan watched her give his shoulder a comforting rub. He didn't know where he'd have been without her.

Declan suddenly moved in to kiss her, the urge to be closer to her strong. Immediately reciprocating, Naomi placed her hands on his chest and moved back, flipping them over so she was now backed up against the counter.

Declan, without breaking the kiss, lifted Naomi onto the counter and stood between her legs. His hands were planted on the counter on either side of Naomi. However he didn't keep them there for long.

They hadn't shared many moments as passionate as this one so far, so while Declan was excited to see where he could take it, he wanted to be careful.

He slid one hand around her waist, but accidentally lifted a part of her shirt and brushed her skin. He broke away from the kiss, heat rushing to his face.

"I'm sorry-"

Naomi was unfazed. She grabbed his hand and guided it back where it was, right at the hem of her shirt so he could feel the slightest bit of skin. She delicately tilted his head up, her hair falling over their faces. And with a half-smirk that turned Declan's insides to butterflies, she returned her mouth to his.

Her hands were under his jaw, then in his hair, then on his neck, his chest, his shoulders. They left his skin burning behind. Declan brought his other hand up and let it tangle itself in her hair.

He heard a faint creak from the living room, but was too preoccupied to check on it. Letting out a low hum into the kiss, he trailed his hand down from her neck to her shoulders and lower back.

THUD.

They jumped apart.

Naomi's eyes landed on something behind Declan and widened. He turned around to see Bennett and Jordan at the opening of the kitchen gaping at them. Bennett's hand was open and held out, as if it was supposed to be holding something, and at his feet was his backpack, which he seemed to have dropped upon entering the kitchen.

Jordan meekly pointed to the entrance. "The door was... left open..."

"Are we interrupting something?" Bennett said, his voice unusually heavy.