White Wolf: Inspire Me

Chapter 4

"Have you ever had your first kiss?" He asked Rolling us over so he was on top. I shook my head no. I haven't done anything with physical contact to another human being, besides for one time, but that doesn't count because I didn't want to.

It felt weird with him touching me. It's all because of my stupid pride. Fuck my pride. You know what, I don't have to do this. This doesn't have to happen.

And it won't. If I'm right, which I usually am, he will stop just before things actually happen. But that will come with the cost of losing my first kiss. But there is nothing special about a first kiss. It's happens then it's done. As simple as that.

He leaned down and took my lip with his.my lips brush his so light, that they hardly touched. But then he pulled me forward and the kids got rougher. His lips tasted like toothpaste, the hot cinnamon kind, where as I used mint toothpaste, so the mixture was unpleasant, but amazing at the same time.

His hands slid to my back, where he tickled it until we broke apart gasping for air. He leaned up and tugged his shirt off over his head. I stared, he looked to be hand crafted from God.

He lower himself again putting most of his weight on me, holding me down. I began to panic, the feeling familiar, and I didn't like it. I started breathing heavy and he noticed instantly.

"Calm down, it's okay. Come on sit up." He pulled me up and I put my face in my hands. I was ashamed, and embarrassed. Two things I hardly ever feel.

"I'm sorry." I muttered. He pulled my hands away from my face and put them in his lap.

I stared at him, awaiting for him to judge me. I knew this was a bad idea, I shouldn't of came in here. Why am I so stupid all the fucking time.

I looked down at my lap, taking my hands back, then I stood up, about to leave the room. He saw and got to the door before I could.

"Cameron stop, we can't act like this didn't just happen." I began to panic. He isn't going to let me out.

Intensity filled the air, almost mocking me in a way. It filled me drowning me in its victory.

"Please let me out." I said in a small voice. He turned around to the door, losing it with a key I hadn't noticed was in his hands.

I closed my eyes.

I'm not here. I didn't just freak out because he hardly laid on me. We didn't kiss. I'm not half naked.

"What happened Cameron, why'd you freak out?" He asked calmly. He brought me back to real life. He took a step forward and I stepped back.

"No, please stay there." I said. I searched the room for an escape, but the only exit is the door. Out of all he rooms in the house this one is probably the only one that doesn't have a window.

"Okay, just calm down. Sit down, if you sit down maybe you will relax a little." I listened.

"Why are you-never mind." I stopped mid-sentence not wanting to finish what I was going to say.

Why should I trust him? At any moment he could struck and destroy me. Why did I make communication with him. He's exactly like all the other people I know. He'll hurt me.

I let him in too easily. I smiled at him. I kissed him. I made some kind of weird bet with him. I almost had sex with him.

It's like some how I jinxed myself. Like I didn't have it bad enough before now I have to live with someone who I will now always feel awkward with. I hate awkward situations. I fun from them.

I run from everything. Maybe that's why I can't have anything nice, I leave before any good can come out of bad.

"Tell me something about, you Cameron. " He says, purposely changing the subject, trying to lighten the mood.