The Ghost of You

Chapter 25 - Cai's POV

What was I thinking when she suggested we should change at her house? Her very empty house. I guess I saw the innocent side of the offer - after all, we were seconds away from freezing to death.

But, there were more sensible ways of handling the situation. For instance, I probably should've waited for her to hand me the clothes before undressing. However, after seeing her reaction to my visible upper body when I came out of the lake, I couldn't help myself. Seeing her stunned excited me.

Secondly, when she started crying, I should've known she wasn't in the right state of mind to make sensible decisions. Instead of moving away from her, knowing the intense connection between us, I moved closer and closer, basically inviting her to kiss me. And when she finally kissed me, the sensible thing to do would've been to pull away. However, as it was something I wanted to do from the moment I laid my eyes on her, I couldn't help myself. Maybe a five-second kiss would've been more sensible than putting her on my lap and pushing her body so close to mine that I could feel every inch of her.

There were many ways, as the guy, I could've been more respectful to her. If I had just let my mind control my movements instead of my heart, we could've easily avoided this awkward interaction with her mother. Her mother! Her mother who had caught us making out in her house without any adult supervision.

Saahar immediately jumped from my lap. I cleared my throat as I stood up, hoping the consequence of our kiss wasn't too noticeable through my trousers. Please, don't be. Any other time, but not now. Not in front of her mum.

"Mum, it's not what it looks like" promised Saahar.

Her mother rolled her eyes before putting down their Cat. Once she pulled the light switch on the wall beside her, her eyes were cautioned as she noticed the straps of Saahar's top falling from her shoulders. Saahar immediately lifted the strap before covering her waist with her arms.

"Oh, so I didn't just enter the start of a teen pregnancy?" her mother snapped.

"No, you did not" Saahar clarified, "We were just...talking".

"In what language?" her mother laughed.

Saahar turned to me, enlarging her brown eyes as if she expected me to say something. I didn't know what to say. I had never been caught with a girl by their parent. I mean yes my mother had caught me once but, she wasn't a woman of many words whenever I got in trouble. And, it wasn't like she caught me in the act, she was told by my teachers.

I nodded at Saahar before turning to address her mother. "Mrs Dawson, I am so sorry you-".

"Cai, don't apologise we didn't do anything wrong" interrupted Saahar.

"There's nothing wrong about this?" scoffed her mother, "Please young man finish what you were saying because obviously you were taught something I failed to teach my child".

"I-" I tried to say.

"Seriously, Mum" grunted Saahar.

"Saar, you have a boy in the house with no adult here" her mother complained.

"We had to change clothes and-".

"Change clothes!" her mother exclaimed, "Sweet Jesus, what have I done to deserve this!".

"Mum, let me explain. We got wet-".

"Oh my god, just please, please don't finish that sentence".

"We fell in the lake, Mum" she clarified, "Jeez, what were you thinking?".

"I honestly don't even know what to think at the moment" her mother winced, "I haven't slept in over twenty hours and I come home hoping to rest peacefully in my bed. But, what do I find, my teenage daughter with her tongue down her dates throat".