Marley squeezes in and she shuts the door.
"I know you're not lost." I toss my shirt on the bed and pace myself towards her sweet smile.
She bites the corner of her lip. "You said I could stare."
"Yeah?" I keep a foot between us. "You said no pretty boys."
"Did I?"
I nod, eyes pinning her to the door. I'm standing on the ledge as I wait for her cue. The moment expands when her gaze zigzags between my eyes and lips. That's the sign. To be sure, I comb her hair away from her face and watch it flow between my fingers. I touch her hip and gently guide her to the side, releasing her against the wall. Marley's cheeks blush before I have the chance to kiss her. I lean a few inches and her head tilts, blood rushes seconds before I take her lips.
It's an exotic plunge, a combination of vanilla with orange and rum after tastes. My head buzzes. How are her lips so fucking soft? Her hands are warm around my waist. By the time she pulls me on top of her, I'm knuckles deep in her hair, taking notes on her kissing rhythm. I feel her everywhere, up and down my back, my arms, my chest. Her leg hugs my thigh and I push the envelope by dragging my hands below her back pockets.
Marley parts her mouth and we rest our foreheads together.
"Not to be a buzzkill. . . but you know that girl issue we were talking about earlier?"
"Let me guess. . ."
"I think it might be a good thing, for tonight."
"I don't." I laugh quietly and rub her arms while I cool down. "I'm joking. Do you need anything?"
"More of this. I'm emotional right now."
"So this is how you get? I can handle this."
I waddle while she shuffles her feet and we move over to the bottom bunk. I stare at the bars beneath the upper mattress and hold her in this tiny space. She's about to fall asleep with her arm across my stomach. Caressing her skin, I relax as well.
"You're right about it being a good thing. I didn't come prepared."
"Were you smelling your shirt when I came in?" She lifts her head.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You were!"
"Shhh, go to sleep." I playfully push her head backdown.
Marley is gone in the morning.
I reach for my cell and speed dial Lilah's number. It rings three times before she answers and I tell her all, the roommates, the job, the girl. As I expect, she takes over the conversation with questions about Marley. We throw dates around for a good window when she can visit before Fall semester starts. After an hour and a half we end the call with my day plans; she advises me to take it slow, hopeful.
Once I take a hot shower, it's mid-morning. I fry a couple eggs in the kitchen and sit down to Myspace and emails on the laptop. I want to go surfing but that's more of a full day event and the movie starts in the afternoon. On a short walk, I call my mom to cover the basics and find Ross exiting the library building with Kiana, holding hands. I had no idea.
"I'll call you later, Ma." I switch gears.
"Morning. How's it going, Aaron?"
"Another beautiful day, it's hard to beat that. Morning, Kiana."
"Hello, Aaron." She nudges Ross with her body and squeezes his hand.
"Right. So, we need to talk with you and Marley. How 'bout we get together for dinner next week?
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Teach Me How To Love
RomanceIf you never forget your first, does your second love get a fair chance? Aaron Shields is an ambitious twenty year old. When he sets his sights on something he'll stop at nothing to get it. From his high academic achievements, aspirations to be a ma...
