Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

15

            "What?" I asked slowly, making sure that I heard him properly.

              "I said you're sleeping with me. Problem?" he repeated, grinning slyly.

              I swallowed and shook my head.

              "That's good. I was afraid you were going to say no." He laughed finding my red cheeks funny. I fought the urge to punch him again. "But we also have a lot of things to discuss."

              "About the..."

              He frowned. "Yeah, about them."

              "Uh, so... I kind of... burnt my phone. To ashes."

              He stared at me for an impossibly long time while I tried my best not to look too sheepish. He knew what I was going through, and I was sure he understood why I did that.

              "Well, okay. Let me have your laptop then."

              "Yeah sure." I handed him the device and then sat on his bed. "Can I unpack?" I asked him.

              The question brought his smile back on full force. "For someone so confident, you're pretty awkward. Of course you can unpack."

              "I'm not awkward." I fired back.

              "Yes, you are," he laughed. "If I took two steps closer to you, you'd start shivering."

              "What?"

              He turned to me fully now. "I think it's cute that you're scared of me."

              "I'm not scared of you," I scoffed. "You're just..."

              "So incredibly handsome that it's intimidating?"

              "No." Yes.

              He stood up and slowly made his way towards me. Taking my arm, he pulled me closer until our chests touched. I could feel myself trembling already, but he had it wrong. I wasn't scared of him, or very intimidated. I was attracted to him, badly.

              "Yeah, I think you're scared of me."

              "I'm not," I whispered weakly.

              He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. He was smiling softly as he stared at me. "Oh, Martin is going to kill me anyways."

              He tipped my head backwards and kissed me. It was just a light peck, but I felt my lips tingle, stuck in an unending limbo where he kissed me forever.

              "I've been wanting to do that for a while now," he said, his nose pressed up against mine. He kissed me just as lightly again.

              "You... you said you saw me as a sis—"

              "Yeah, yeah. I know what I said."

              He didn't clarify further, he just held me, the bridges of our noses pressed up against each other, sneaking in light kisses a few at a time.

              "You have the softest lips in the world. They're like clouds."

              I giggled and he pulled back, smiling at me. "Corny."

              We laughed for a bit, then his smile faded slowly, replaced by a serious look. "You're not going to tell Martin, right? I don't think he'll like that I kissed his baby sister."