Jayda
Along with waking up on the first day of school, I have never been this groggy. I'm not exactly sure how long I have been staring at the ceiling, but it was long enough to see the shade make room for the sun to come in. Last night played over and over, and over in my mind. Should I be making something of this? Jasmine used to tell me about stuff like this all the time. How guys would 'go down on her', 'eat her out'. Then go on to tell me how awesomely, breath taking it was, or how awful and time wasting. What happened last night, regardless of that never have happened to me before, was absolutely the-
"How are you feeling?"
I jerked my head to the side, slightly startled out of my thoughts and memories of Jasmine's encounter stories, to see Emilio lying in my bed, staring at me.
I was about to give him an answer, but a question of my own came out instead. "H-How long have you been, there?" Why there were butterflies in my stomach, I don't know. Jasmine never really described this feeling on her 'morning after sex' wake ups. Now that I think about it, I doubt she felt this way. This wasn't sex though. It could have been, but it wasn't.
"All night." He said. I hated not having his powers right now. I could never read him. His face is always unreadable. All night?
"Oh." Was all I said. Barely.
"So?" He asked again. "And be honest." He smirked, but not the usual arrogant, cocky smirk. This one was different. It didn't irritate me. Or send my eyes rolling to the back of my head, 'as usual'.
"Um," I chuckled nervously, "honestly." I said more to myself. "It was... Different."
"Obviously." He slowly licked his lips. "Did you like it?" He looked at me expectantly now. Anticipating my answer.
Obviously. I thought to myself. "Can't you just read my mind and tell what I'm thinking?" I asked him. Couldn't he? He's done it before.
"I could, but I want you to tell me." His face went still again.
"I," for a split second I hesitated. "I did, like it." My heart was racing now. I could feel my face turning red, even more so because he's seeing me turn red, but he wasn't laughing. So it put me a bit at ease. "As a matter of fact, if I had known, that it would feel, that good, I would have..." I paused.
"Go on."
What exactly am I trying to say? "I honestly don't know. I don't know what I would have done. I certainly don't regret it. How do you feel about it?" I automatically asked. Just because.
He turned on his side propping himself on his elbow, leaning over me. Staring at me, again. No expression. "Well?" I asked him, not chancing a long, awkward silence.
He leaned down, his face to my face. His lips against mine, parting them. My eyes slowly closed. His tongue slid past my lips, caressing my tongue. There he goes. Kissing me again. Why is this still a shock to me? Don't get me wrong. It's not so shocking that I want him to stop. I don't ever want him to stop. If I had just held on a little longer last night, I wouldn't have tapped out. I would have told him, begged him, to keep going. Everything he did sent me on some type of high. The way he looked at me. Talked to me. Touched me, and even now. The way he's kissing. Vigorous, but slow. Rough, yet soft. If anything was breathtaking, it's this right here.
He broke our kiss, leaving me slightly panting. Still wanting. Why did he have to stop?
He cupped my chin, caressing the line of my jaw with his thumb. He lifted my chin so that were eye to eye and whispered, "That's how I feel about it."
It's Saturday, some what unfortunate, but only because Luke and Remmy lost to the air hockey bet last night and I am really looking forward to the humiliation. On another note, Cirino was gone still and Emilio wanted to get out of the house for the day. He wanted us to get out of the house. I on the other hand wanted to stay in; after going to the store to stock up on junk food and alcohol, we could come back home, order pizza, and watch Netflix all day or something, but he insisted we get out of the house.
"The movies?" I asked as I dragged my feet around the room getting dressed.
Emilio nodded his head as he watched me put on clothes and complain. "Yup."
I went into my closet flipping through my clothes and shoes, out of procrastination of course. I wasn't looking to dress in anything specific, I had already threw on the clothes I had on last night at the mall. "And we can't just watch movies at home, because..." I trailed off for him to fill in the blank.
"Because our last movie date wasn't exactly a date." He answered from my room.
I froze. Taking in his answer. Remembering the last time we were at the theater. It was supposed to be just Zaria and I, until he and Lorenzo invited themselves. It makes sense now. I came out of the closet, leaned on the frame of the door and looked at him. He was leaning against my dresser, staring back at me. "So what is this like a 'do-over'?" I asked him.
He nodded his head not saying anything. I bit my lip, trying to swallow the giggle that wanted to come out, but I couldn't help but let it out. "What's funny?" He asked me, a confused look now on his face.
"You are. You're so cute right now." I told him. He was. He looked like a little kid just now and I couldn't help but get all fuzzy inside from his cuteness.
Emilio narrowed his eyes into slits at me, "I am not cute. Sexy, maybe, but not cute." He said, obviously disapproving of my choice of words.
"Sure why not." I said going back in to the closet to change. "Let me change clothes and we can go."
"I'll be downstairs waiting." He called out before leaving my room and closing the door behind him.
I poked my head out from my closet, seeing if he was still in the room, he was gone. I put the clothes on my bed that I had chosen to wear instead of the ones I had on from last night, before going to my dresser mirror to do my hair, and for the first time, I was unsure of what to do to it. Other and most times I didn't care and sometimes I had ideas and ran with them, but this time, I had no clue. Emilio was taking me out and I didn't know what to do to my hair. Ponytail? Been there done that, boring. No ponytail? Still boring. What's the use of having a head full of hair if you don't know what to do to it. Maybe I should just chop it off. Don't be stupid Jayda, just put it in a cute bun or something. Yeah. I went with a donut bun and a few stray strands of hair falling on either side of my face. I put on a thin line of eyeliner and left it that.
I proceeded to get dressed, putting on a pair of faded capris, an off the shoulder gray tunic, and a pair of gray converse. Gave myself a once over in the mirror and decided I looked okay. I didn't try to go for too flashy, or Barbie, or girly girl. Just comfortable, and I was. Nervous still, but comfortable. Nervous about what? I'm going to the movies with my vampire mate. I finished off with some light eyeliner and mascara, grabbed my purse and made my way downstairs.
