Marcel's secret.

i could't help myself.

i kissed his neck and some lipstick rubbed on his collar. then slowly i moved my right hand to his back and moved him down to lay on the bed. when i stoped kissing him he didn't look at me, he just opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. "are you okay?" i asked him and he gulped. "uhm y-you k-k-kissed me?" he asked leaning up and looking at me. "yeah? what you gonna do about it?" i asked biting my lip.

Marcel slowly took off his glasses and looked at me with green eyes that i swear had got darker. "you know what im gonna do about it" Marcel growled confidently bring his lips to mine and sliding his tounge in my mouth expertly.

i pulled away in surprise and moved further up the bed so my back was against the head bord, but i did't have time to speak before Marcel's waist was wedged in between my legs and his mouth had made contact with my neck.

The amount of air i was talking in increased as his hand made its way up the inside of my thigh and up my skirt. "Marcel, p-please" i stuttered putting my hand over his. he looked up at me when i said his name and his eyes widened, jerking his hand away from me and up to his chest. he lent up and looked me up and down, and then at the door.

"sorry" i said to him twiddling my fingers. "im normally the confident one, and normally im in control so it was odd for me to be handled like that" i sighed to him taking his red checked tie in my hand. "but i liked it" i whispered. "no" he said to me again very confident. "no your right, i apologise for doing that" he frowned at me before getting up of the bed. i felt cold so i stood up with him.

"im sorry i just-" i started but he cut me off by walking towards the door. "no, i'm sorry, your only 16, i shouldn't have done that. its just i haven't been with a girl in a while i....i uhm, sometimes get a little over exited rose." he said to me seriously.

only 16? so was he! and i was surprised he had even been with a girl, ever. without another word, he ran his fingers through his hair and left. i brushed my hand over my lips, did that really just happen? Marcel's like the last guy i would ever have expected to kiss, and i totally ruined it by stopping him. fuck.

i heard my mum come up the stairs and i pull my skirt down more. "what happened babe?" she asked me. "what?" i asked panicking a little. "that boy walked into the kitchen and shook my hand saying "thank you for letting me into you home" something something about the decoration and then he left?" she laughed. i smiled at my carpet slightly, he was so perfect.

"i don't know" i stated before looking beside the bed. Marcels glasses? he must have left them here. i picked them up and looked through the lenses, it didn't do anything. "whats that?" my mum asked taking the glasses and putting them on, smiling.

"oh, weird." she muttered taking them off again. "what?" i asked. "nothing its just, that's not real lenses. its just plain thick glass, odd. ah well do you want to go out with your dad tonight?" she said to me as she left. "not real? wait, dad?" i said to her, not sure about what sentence to be more surprised at.

"uhm yeah, why?" i asked her putting the glasses into my bag and going down stairs after her. "well, you don't really have a choice because he's coming down in half a hour" my mum said. me and my mum where very different. she had a messy bun of ginger hair almost all the time and she was very pale and thin. yet i had almost black hair like my dad. i have my dads eyes alot of people say.