All In My Head

California Lovers

... when the stupid movie started playing ominous music that made both of us jump a little. Some of the Maltesers had melted from our body warmth and spilled all over his white t-shirt.

'Shit!' He moaned, pulling away from me.

'I'm gonna go clean this up' he mumbled, walking into the kitchen.

I turn the movie off, assuming that we weren't going to watch it anymore. I take the empty popcorn bowl (apart from kernels) and carry it into the kitchen, after quickly trying to fix up the mess on the sofa.

Ethan pulls his shirt off and sets it down into the sink with washing powder or something. His back dimples are outstanding and he has a lot of tattoos on his sleeves. My eyes run over them, wondering what they all meant. He turns around and my eyes go from his abs back up to his eyes and I feel my cheeks burning like last days of Pompeii. I stare at my feet and twiddle my thumbs. Okay, he caught me staring at him. What now?

I kept my eyes focused on the ground when I sensed he was walking over towards me. His hand grabs my waist and pulls my body close enough for him probably to feel my frenzied heartbeat. My heart fluttered in my chest and I took a sharp intake of air. One strong, muscular arm wraps round my back, making me feel secure. He places his fingers, with his free hand, on the bottom of my chin and lifts my head up. I lose myself in his glistening caramel eyes. He plants a soft kiss on my lips and then raises his hand to caress my cheek and kisses me. As the kiss became more heated, I feel my arms rest on his shoulders. I had kissed a couple of guys in the past but this was different; it was real and sincere.

The door swings open.

'Amelia?'