You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like That

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We walked back to the main estate when the boys were out of view. "Dude," Allie said, breaking the scilence, "I've gotta show you where Curtis has been sleepin! It's freakin hilarious!" I laughed and agreed. We ran into the house, and she led the way toward Cutter's room. All the while, she explained to me how Curt slept on a little palet on the floor in front of Cutter's bed.

She was right! His palet was one of her little pink blankets and a pillow. The mental image of him sleeping there was absolutely adorable! He's tall as heck, and the blanket was tiny, so the thought of him trying to use it to keep warm was pretty funny.

I wasn't able to focus on that too long though. I was standing in Cutter's bedroom. Now, I don't mean to sound like a total little fan girl, but I can't help it! His bed was super comfy, with the blue-paisley comforter and pillows, and he had all of his prize belt buckles on display on a wooden shelf. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small either. It was perfect for a teenage boy.

I walked out first, hoping Allie would think I didn't have much interest, but I couldn't help it. With the slip of the tongue, I asked her, "So do you think Cutter really does like me?" She shrugged and said she wouldn't be surprised, and she told me how she knew I'd never go for him though. I stifled a laugh. She really didn't realize that I did; in fact, like him.

I sat on the floor with my cousins as we huddled around Allie's phone to watch youtube videos and facebook creep. Once we started getting bored, we all took a seat on the sofa. Well, actually, I sat on the recliner, but that's beside the point. We just sorta hung out and caught up on the past few months.

After an hour or so of just hanging out, Cutter walked in. He took a seat in the second recliner...right next to me...of course the butterflies weren't far. Allie started making smart ass comments on how how tired he looked, how he should just go to bed and what-not. I couldn't help but glance over at him. He did look like he was pretty tired...

Then it hit me: Tired or energized, he was looking right back at me...It was obviously silly to get so excited about this, but here I am. I quickly looked back at my phone, fiddling with it to feign interest in something else. I was fairly certain that he'd find a focus on something different when I looked away, but I still felt his eyes on me a minute or two later. I looked up to see his retreating gaze. I could feel myself blushing. This kept going for a few minutes, until Allie decided she wanted to go to her room. Nicole and I followed. I looked back at him and smiled. He smiled back, and I closed the door.

This time, the butterflies stayed, more because now I knew he had to like me, at least a little bit. Based on what Allie told me, he shouldn't have come back tonight. Normally, he wouldn't have. The only difference tonight, is that I was there...I couldn't help but think it had to mean something...

...he came back....