Teach Me How to Kiss |Jake Sim|

8

Jake and Deva sat facing each other on Deva's bed.

He held Deva's big teddy bear to his chest as he waited for her to talk.

"You really want to know everything?" She questioned quietly as Jake nodded his head.

"From A to Z."

"Well, we walked into his place. He already had dinner set up-"

"How was the lighting?"

"Huh?" She paused for a moment as she tried to realize what he was trying to say. "There were candles around the apartment."

Jake visibly contained the urge to roll his eyes making Deva furrow her eyebrows.

"Okay. Continue." He urged as he raised his eyebrows.

"Well... We ate and talked for a while. Then he asked to watch a movie with me. We started watching the movie and.."

"And what?" Jake sat up as if he was listening to the most interesting drama of the year.

"That's when he kissed me."

Jake narrowed his eyes at her for a moment before tilting his head.

"What's the 'but'?"

Deva looked at Jake as she shrugged her shoulders.

"He was too... harsh? I don't know, to be honest." She spoke quietly as she played with the hem blanket.

Jake nodded his head slowly as he adjusted his arms around the bear.

"And then what happened?"

"He touched my- do I really have to tell you everything?" She almost whined as she tilted her head.

"Yes, Dev. How do you expect me to help you with your relationship if you don't tell me every detail?"

"We only agreed on kissing classes, not relationship advi-"

"Okay, Dev, but what did he touch?" Jake interrupted as he sat up even more.

"My breast-"

"What?!" He asked exasperatedly.

"So I panicked and-"

"And then what did you do?"

"If you just shush, I might be able to finish the story, Jake." Deva giggled softly as Jake hesitantly nodded his head. "I panicked, so I told him I couldn't. He said we could take it slow, and then I told him I was sorry, and after finishing the movie I left."

"Why would you say sorry?" Jake questioned softly.

"I-I- well I just- he's going to think I'm a wimp. He's going to think I'm childish and-"

"If he thinks that, he's an asshole, Deva."

Deva looked down at her hands as she felt that familiar lump in her throat again.

"Why am I not like other girls my age?" She questioned to herself as she played with her nails.

Jake stared at her as she ran her hand over the fluffy blanket.

"Other girls my age wouldn't have run out of there when he just grazed their breast. They wouldn't be scared to be with a guy, and they probably wouldn't even need any of this consulting bullshit either." She whispered as she felt her tears fall against her hand. "I don't know why I never let myself be like them, now I have to be embarrassed over things that are normal."

"Other girls your age moved fast, Deva, that's why. They wanted to act like grown-ups when they still weren't. You don't need to be embarrassed at all. And you don't need to be like them. You're perfect just like this." He said softly as he reached for her hand and softly caressed her knuckles.