Summer Relations

Chapter 7

The pic on the side is Uncle Albert.

"Bullshit!" Spencer exclaims, pulling me closer to him. "Everyone has a secret talent."

"I don't." I grin.

"But you have to!"

"If everyone has a screw talent, then what's yours?"

"Hmm." He pauses. He looks directly into my eyes, thinking. "Well, I honestly don't know."

"Come on." I whisper, brushing blonde strands of hair out of his eyes. "Singing? Dancing? Football?"

"I don't know." He says. "What's yours?"

"Gymnastics." I admit.

"You were in gymnastics?"

"Well, no, but I learned how to do it by myself and I guess it just stuck. My Aunt Cara, Dad's sister, she is a gymnastics teacher and she said I would be level ten if I joined. She wants me to shoot for the olympics. Oh, I can sing, too."

"Do you like gymnastics?"

"Yes."

"Then go for it. I know my talent, by the way."

"What is it?"

"Guitar. I can play free bird and everything else."

"That's so cool." I whisper.

It's nine in the morning and we've been up since four.

"You know something?" He whispers.

"What?" I ask.

"I am in love with your eyes just as much as I am with you."

"I'm in love with your eyes, too." I whisper, studying his blueish greenish eyes. He stares into my eyes and I stare into his. I can't help it when my eyes flicker down to his lips. They look so perfect and soft and kissable.

He smiles a little.

"You want to kiss me." He whispers softly. "Don't you?"

It's like I'm paralyzed in his grasp because of how desperately I want to kiss him.

"Yes." I whisper numbly.

He smiles softly. That was obviously what he wanted to hear.

Slowly, he starts to lean in, and I start to lean too, and then our lips meet.

It's like magic, the way he kisses. He's so sweet and gentle. He puts his hand on the back on my neck and I put mine on the side of his face. His lips move gently against mine, slowly, and in sync.

We just leave little small kisses for a couple of minutes, and then we do it again, and he deepens it. I let out a gentle sigh. Hesitantly, he swipes his tongue along my bottom lip. I open my mouth, granting him entrance.

And then the whistling starts.

Seth, Uncle Albert, Gavin, and Justice stand on the back porch, whistling and laughing.

I sigh loudly. "Fuck off!" I shout at them, flipping them the bird.

"I don't need any great nieces or nephews! You're seventeen! Stop riding dick on the beach!"

I'm going to kill him. How embarrassing.

"You're too young for prison." Spencer says when I stand up.

I shove past Uncle Albert.

"Go to the gym, fatass."

I go back to my room and slam the door, and I take a shower. I get dress in red short shorts and a white flowing top that says, I want to be your favorite hello and your hardest goodbye.