The Assistant Who Fell | Asa Butterfield

Chapter 25 - Spin the Bottle

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Chapter 25

"Wait, what?" I stuttered. This was all too quickly, and made my heart palpitated. This was a holiday to him? "This is a holiday to you?" 

"Oh! No not this one, I'm talking about the last time I came here to visit Alex." Ace laughed. My heart sunk down like a battleship, and I felt embarrassed. Why would he claim his visit now as his favourite? He could've been anywhere else more fun.

Of course.

"You did? When?" I said coolly.

"Like two years ago. It's the only city I can visit while in Australia."

"Oh." Silence.

Laugh maybe? Punch him in the arm? There was so much things I could do to break it, but I, as an awkward person, stared at something behind his shoulder. We both were swinging in a slow pace, and followed the same tempo of the song that was currently playing.

"Okay, I have to admit, the questions are kind of boring. You know what? Let's do something more personal." I craned my head to see his face, and I could see the twinkles on his forest eyes.

"Oh yeah? I wonder what that could be." I laughed it off, but inside, I was afraid of what kind of questions he might ask. Personal is personal, and he could be asking me when the first time I wet my bed, which was when I was six. No judging please, my bladder was a bit weird back then.

"When was the first time you peed in your pants?" I choked on my drink and glared at him.

"Really?"

"I kid, I kid. Okay, here's the question; when was your first kiss?" He said, a curious tone laced in his voice. I sucked in a breath and looked down at my palms. Out of all the embarrassing questions, why this?

I guess last Summer I almost gave in, but DFW held it back. You know those moments when you think he's the one after you've fallen really deep for a person? Yeah, I was in that position; naïve. Even before him, I had no previous  sexual moments with another human. It's sad, I know, but hey, I'm only fifteen years old that hasn't discovered her other seventy-five years of life yet. 

But I guess that means my lips were as virgin as my pussy. Cat. I think I should stop over-thinking.

"Oh -- hey look Meghan Trainor's song is on!" I stood up and took his hand, pulling us to the nearby pool with fairy lights and cute romance theme on. We stopped walking and faced each other. I looked around us and saw more couples began to join in and dance. I looked at him. He looked at me. I didn't know I would put us into this situation, and I could say it was a bit awkward for me.

I felt something on my right hand and looked down. We were still holding hands and my face was as pink as a strawberry, but I guess strawberry aren't pink. Our hands sure do clasp very well, and I didn't know what to do. Should I pull away first or--?

"Ivory?" He said. 

I looked everywhere but him, "I'm sorry, this must be really wei-"

"Wanna dance?"

He probably didn't actually want to dance with me, so he did because he wanted to steer away from awkwardness. Case two would be that he might blank my thoughts and stutter away embarrassing things. "Sure, but uh, I suck at dancing?" I said nervously, twitching my fingers under his clasp.

"If you're thinking about the beat drop kind of dance, then no haha. I'm thinking of slow dancing, like what the song's doing to most people here." We both looked around our surroundings, and he was right. Dance partners were close to each other, swaying along to the song.