This Is Me

I Mean, She's a Really Amazing Kisser

] Parker's POV [

When I turn around from the door, Ally is standing right there, like literally three inches away from me. I flinch, but don't move from where I am.

"What's Aaron doing?" she questions.
"Um, sleeping?" I manage out in a whisper because she's making me fairly uncomfortable.
"Why is she so tired?" she asks.

How the heck am I supposed to know?
"I dunno," I reply.
"Are you sure?" she presses.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure," I say. Geez, I feel like this is a police interrogation.

Seriously, lady. She narrows her eyes, and then exhales, stepping back away from me. I let out a breath I don't realize that I've been holding. She's intimidating. She purses her lips, and narrows her eyes at me, so I avert my gaze from hers, feeling like if we make eye contact I might literally burn to ashes.

She then quickly stops, giving me a soft look.
"You really do love her, don't you?" she asks, gently, slightly cocking her head to the side.
"Yeah, a lot," I say, smiling.

Other than that, I mean, it's really hard to stop kissing her. I mean, she's a really amazing kisser even though she's never had experience. Unless she's lying to me, but I don't think that's the case.
"She loves you a whole lot, too," Ally whispers back to me.

I furrow my eyebrows.
"Does she talk about me?" I ask. Ally smiles, laughing a small laugh.
"Not necessarily, but sometimes I'll catch her staring off into space, smiling about something, and when I ask her what she's thinking about she just blushes, and laughs, saying, 'nothing'." I grin.

Well, that's just incredibly cute.
"Her eyes show it all, it hasn't been that way in a while," Ally trails off with her eyes showing sadness.
"What do you mean?" I question. What could've made Aaron so sad or mad or something that isn't happy?
"She'll tell you when she's ready, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

I open my mouth to say something, but discover I have nothing to say, so I just close it. She's right, she'll tell me sooner or later. When she's ready. And I'm actually serious. I don't want to be that person who keeps on thinking about it, wanting her to tell me.

Because that's just not fair to her. I mean, it's obviously something serious, so I'm not going to push her because that might make her sad, and it really hurts to see her sad. Ally walks away, and I decide to just go back into Aaron's room, and play around on my phone and wait for her to wake up.

I turn around, and enter the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I sit down on her desk chair, and go on Subway Surfers. After loading, my phone makes a deathly loud sound. Crap, I forgot to put it on mute. Now the music for Subway Surfers is blasting through my speakers.

Aaron jumps and wakes up immediately. I mute my sound, but she is already completely awake. She blinks hard, and shakes her head a little. Her hair is slightly messy, but I don't care because this girl is freaking gorgeous. She makes a super cute noise like a baby dinosaur being born or something.

I stand, laying down in the bed with her. I brush her away from her face.
"Sorry that I'm the worlds biggest idiot, but unfortunately Subway Surfers doesn't like me," I apologize. She pecks me on the lips.
"Well at least I get to wake up to you, and kiss you," she replays, making me smile.

] Aaron's POV [

Parker presses his lips against mine, and there are fireworks going off in my heart, and think that it might actually explode, and I would die, but you know, let's hope that doesn't happen. That would be pretty sad.

He slides his tongue in my mouth. I allow my hands to move to his bare chest. Yeah, they don't exactly stop, but, what can I say? They like to explore. I mean, they're basically freakin Christopher Columbus. My Christopher Columbus hands wander and find is stomach.

It is an amazing discovery. I let them run along his abs. One hand of his goes to my waist, while the other goes to my face, cupping my cheek. I try break the make out,  but he places little kisses up my neck, and I can't help but moan, because that seriously feels, like, awesome as bacon.

He's about to keep going, but something makes me want to stop. I gently push him away, opening my eyes that have been closed.
"Why can't you stop kissing me?" I ask.
"Because you're a really good kisser, and I love too much to just not want to kiss every second of my life," he replies, bluntly.

I feel my face heat up.
"Well than," I say, pressing my hands against his stomach and kissing him.

"Let us continue."

And then after a minute or two, his hands have turned into Christopher Columbus ones too, and they're everywhere on me. We'll, not everywhere, but many places. It's a good thing that they're on my waist not anywhere else when my mom -being the privacy invading mother she is- barges right in, and I swear we jumped apart like 3 feet.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna do laundry later today..." she murmurs, turning around, and walking out of the room, but not before winking at me, which made my face feel like it might explode because of the blood rushing up to it, making it red.

I'm still on the bed, and Parker is beside it, but still a couple feet away. Then I spring up, jumping on him, wrapping my legs around his waist so I don't fall. I run my fingers through his hair, and he squeezes my thighs. But after a little while, I'm just seriously exhausted.

I tell Parker that, and he suggests that we go somewhere.
"How about Sports Authority?" he offers. I grin.

"Let's do it."