Wish I wasn't so shy

This Life

I felt small kisses on my eyelid, nose, temple and cheek until I felt them on my lips. I cracked my eyes open. Julian's eye were half lidded and his hair was a mess. He smiled at me. I probably looked like a horrible, sex haired corps. I quickly covered my face with the bed sheets.

He chuckled and said, "Let me see your beautiful face." Everything he did drove me crazy and this, his morning voice and giving me compliments, was too much. I couldn't keep this stupid smile off my face.

He pulled his head under the sheets. "There it is." He kissed me.
"That's was cheesy", I giggled. He blushed, pulling me into his neck and pecking my forehead.

"Wait here." I hoped out of bed and looked for my bag, pulling out my camcorder.
"Aw no no don't record me", he whined. He hid himself under the sheets, only showing his eyes and above.

I turned it on, recording him just looking at the camera. You could tell he was smiling.

"So Julian, your opinion on men and women." I really didn't know what I was saying, I just wanted to get him to talk.
"I think women are beautiful creatures, specifically the ones named Maya Rosetta. And yes, I figured out your last name after you denying to tell me. Anyway, I think guys can me real assholes sometimes. It's so funny how women are so much better at pretending to like guys' shit than the other way around. "

"And what do you mean by that?" I asked him. He sat up, covering most of himself with the blanket. His hair was wild and it was the cutest thing.

"Well for example, It's like some dude wants to take a girl on a date - 'You want to see something, sweetie?', 'Absolutely!'. She's thinking it's fucking retarded, but.... The other way around, if like a girl wants to see a chick flick the guy will say, 'That looks stupid!' Guys should pretend a little more and girls should pretend a little less."
"You just became a million time more attractive", I said. He blushed, taking the camera from me.

"Your turn", he said. I hugged my knees to cover my bare chest.
"Who is someone who is dead or much older now, but you'd fuck the young them."
I laughed. "Charlie Chaplin."
"Wow, you didn't even hesitate. You think about that question a lot?"
"It's crossed my mind", I smirked.
"Who else?"
"Hmm...Bill Murray. I mean, he's not that old but he's getting there. Oh! , James Dean, duh."
"Oh yes of course, James Dean", he said mockingly. I smiled, pushing his shoulder.

"Okay now stop filming me, I deserve to be behind the camera", I said, putting my hand up to my face. He gave me a stern look. "That is not true. All I want to see is your face."

I blushed, rolling my eyes. "You are such a softie. Where's the leather jacket, cigarette smoking, 'I'm in a rock band but not really' Julian?"
"That Julian lets his guard down when it comes to you", he said shyly.

On the inside I was squealing, turning into a little girl who got kissed on the cheek by the boy she likes. "Okay okay, we're getting too cliché here." Julian chuckled, saying he was sorry.

I kissed him, barely noticing the fact that he recorded all of that, including the kiss we were sharing. I put my hand up, covering the lense. "You bastard" I said before I turned it off.

He ignored me, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I knew what he was trying to do, so I decided to play along. He put his hand on the back of my head, deepening the kiss. I touched his neck softly, I knew he secretly liked that. I traced my finger along his jawline, snaking it down his neck, down his chest, and down his torso. His mouth gaped open, giving me an opportunity to slip my tongue back in his mouth.

I traced my finger away from where he wanted it the most. He sighed into our kiss. I pushed him off, getting out of bed.

"What the fuck", he complained. I smirked, walking in to the bathroom. "You're such a tease", he screamed before I hoped in the shower.