The Strength of Us

Chapter Twenty - It's Only Because I Like You

Chapter Twenty - "It's Only Because I Like You"

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So, when you're alone with the person you really, really like, and there's literally no way that anything could interrupt the two of you, things get heated pretty fast. Especially if you're on an adorable date and the sexual tension is extremely high.

In other words, our shoes are kicked off, I'm lying down on the blankets with Oliver on top of me and we're tangled within each other. Our clothes are still on, for now, but I'm not sure what to expect next.

There's more where that came from.

The sound of him saying that kept flashing through my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, choking down the nerves and ignoring the screaming voice in my head. His hand found its way under my tight shirt and it crawled up my stomach, resting over my bralette.

After a few minutes of feeling me up, all I could think about was Alyssa asking if we got to "second base" yet. I tried my hardest not to laugh, because that would really ruin the moment. But I seem to be pretty good at that.

His hands grabbed at my waist and he rolled us over, making me be on the top now. I tangled my fingers in his hair, playing with a tuft at the nape of his neck. I heard him softly groan against my lips a couple seconds later, and I smiled as I kept kissing him.

But suddenly I heard that screaming voice in my head, asking a thousand questions about what's going to happen within the next few minutes or even hours.

It seems that every time I kiss Oliver, I can't get enough. Except when his fingers started to play with the hem of my shirt, slowly trying to pull it up to go over my head, I stopped kissing him.

The nerves got the best of me.

I pulled away from his lips and sat up, straddling him as he stared up at me.

"What's wrong?" He knit his eyebrows together.

I chuckled and shook my head, running my fingers through my hair. "I-I don't know," I lied.

"Hey," he sat up now, me still straddling his lap and not looking him in the eyes. His long fingers grazed my chin and tugged it towards him, forcing me to look at him. "You can tell me anything, okay? You know that."

I sighed and nodded my head, shutting my eyes for a moment. "I just got nervous," I said sheepishly.

He sighed too, looking deep into my eyes with concern written all over them. I got lost in the gorgeous gold color, wondering how they still sparkle even though we're surrounded by darkness. "You don't have to be nervous," he reassured me.

"I know," I whispered.

"I wouldn't do anything that you wouldn't want me to do. I'm not going to force you into anything. Just... you know, tell me what you're okay with and we can start from there. This kind of stuff is about moving forward together, not just one of us being okay with it," he spoke softly and I kept my gaze with his, nodding my head along to what he was saying. "So?"

"Well..." I let the end of my sentence fall flat. I chewed on my lip nervously, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. But if I really like Oliver and want this to work, I'm going to have to open up to him and be honest. "I uh, I don't really know what I'm okay with."

"What?" He asked gently, stroking my cheek soothingly with his fingers.

"Oliver, I've only ever kissed one other person and you know who that is. I mean, we did some stuff but nothing like... I don't know," I spoke awkwardly. My face went up in burning flames of embarrassment.