Chapter 23: Memories (Part III)

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I stare at the ceiling of my room. I left my window open, but he had yet to come. It was already 1am.


Why isn't he here yet?


Is he that upset? That he didn't even want to come to see me tonight? He came ever night, ever since we started dating.


I was interrupted from my thoughts by rustling. I look over to find Nathan stepping into my room. I smile, sitting up. "Nathan," I breathe. He looked up at me, exhaustion on his smooth features. I scoot over, allowing room on my double sized mattress. I watched as he shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his boots, slumping down on the bed. He faced me, laying on his side.


"I missed you," I whisper. He nodded.


"I missed you, too. So... I'm moving out of my mom's house officially."


My eyes widen at the blunt statement. "Really?" He nodded. I smile. "Good, you weren't happy there anyway."


He smiled weakly at me. His eye was worse than earlier. And don't even get me started on his nose. I lean over to kiss him lightly. He smirked. His fingers slipped into my hair as he went to deepen it.


I gasp, feeling his tongue prod my lower lip.


I couldn't help but blush. Despite the fact of us dating for five months, he had never done this before. Our kisses have always been chaste, a simple motion of lips. Never tongue.


Alright Katie, stop being a pussy. You're almost sixteen. Time to finally make out with somebody.


I push the kiss further, smiling.


BAD MOVE! STOP SMILING!


I let out a small whine when our teeth clank together. He began to laugh softly. "Yup, giant virgin."


I blush and slap his chest. "Hush."


He gave me his traditional smirk. I giggle and lean back in. Our mouths moving together slowly, and gradually, his tongue was sweeping across mine. I shudder at the feelings.


He rolled us over, mounting my thighs. His large hands on either side of my head.


OKAY! Calm down, Katie. Don't overreact.


He trailed his kisses down my chin and over my neck, biting my collarbone.


ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! WE ARE NOT READY FOR SUCH SENSUAL ACTIVITY! NOT READY FOR THIS! NOPE! BIG OL' BALL OF NOPE! ABORT MISSION!


I gasp as he licked a solid stripe up my throat to my chin.


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