Stabs At The Heart || ONGOING || Dnf

{Chapter 25} Kiss

From being caught off guard and extremely confused, my instincts had not kicked in so I was left stuck like a statue as Clay pressed his lips onto mine. But eventually, due to sensing no harm, I became less tense. Our mouths fell into a rhythm as they melted into each other. While the kiss deepened, our lips became soft and the hand on my cheek began to run through my hair. Just as I thought we would continue, Clay pulled away unexpectedly. My eyes slowly opened in disappointment from the release to find a flustered boy staring back at me.

"Sorry, I just wanted to test that out," he said while looking away to avoid eye contact.

"It's fine." Its fine?? Why did I say that? No, why did I let him kiss me?

Clay cleared his throat to break the tension, then suggested we went to bed. We parted ways after saying our awkward goodnights. My mind was racing as I entered my bedroom and I felt my face heat up when painting a picture of the kiss that just occurred. To my disadvantage, I hardly slept that night.

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The time was 7:03 am when I made my way downstairs. My eyes gazed over the sleeping boy on my couch who was lightly snoring; this sight made me chuckle. To start with breakfast, I gathered my ingredients consisting of eggs, bacon, and English muffins. I grabbed a pot from the cabinet and filled it with water so that I could poach the eggs. Then, I cooked the bacon on a medium heat while the fat rendered. After some time, the bacon was placed on a paper towel to drain the grease and two English muffins were popped into the toaster. As the eggs finished, I grabbed some cheddar cheese from the fridge to place on the egg to melt. It was around 7:30 when a tired figure approached me from the couch as I constructed two breakfast sandwiches.

"Good morning. I was wondering when you'd wake up," I greeted him. It caught my attention that Clay was inspecting the smell of the room.

"Did you make this George?" He asked while signaling at the two plates.

"Yeah of course. Dig in," I replied, while smiling.

There was no hesitation from Clay as he quickly devoured the food on his plate. This made me feel a sense of contentment knowing that my cooking was so enjoyable. My face flushed when the boy caught me wallowing in my pride.

"What're you smiling about?" he teasingly asked.

"Just the fact that you love my cooking."

Clay laughed, then leaned his body close to mine. "You're a great chef George and you taste amazing."

Both of our eyes widened at Clays statement and my head quickly dropped to hide my reddened face.

He frantically waved his hands around to clarify, "Sorry I meant your food! Oh god...it's your food that tastes amazing. You're good too its uh I meant the other thing as a compliment."

In distress, he quickly shut himself up. I raised my head to find an equally embarrassed boy. All I could do was smile and begin to laugh.

"Thanks, you taste amazing too," I said in a joking manner. We shared smiles before laughing together. As Clay took care of our dishes—even though I insisted he didn't have to—I took the time to check my phone.

Karl
Nick and I were thinking of going to the state carnival at noon. You in?

"Ive got somewhere to be at noon so when do you plan on leaving?" I asked Clay while looking up from my phone.

"Wow. Kicking me out already," he teased. We both shared a small laugh and I assured him that I didn't mean it that way. Suddenly, I felt a vibration coming from my phone. The screen lit up to a message sent by my mom.