First Love

Chapter 10

I guess my breath didn't smell bad. I know that because we kissed on my front porch. Cheesy, I know. But it was sweet. It wasn't passionate like most kisses you read in books. It was a sweet chaste kiss. No French, just lips.

I was in my most comfy pjs laying in bed watching tv. My makeup was off and my hair was down. I was texting Justin for about a half hour now.

Me-'what are you doing?'

Justin-'laying in bed. Dads home again.'

Me-'did u want to come over?'

Justin-'Yes! Be there in a minute. Literally'

I laugh out loud. I go downstairs to unlock the door and make sure that my parents are asleep. I sit on the couch until Justin walks in. I stand up and go to give him a big hug. He hugs me back, his head buried in my neck, his arms around my waist. My arms are around his neck.

"Are you okay?" I murmur into his shoulder.

"I'm alright. They're just fighting," he says. I let go and guide him over to the couch. My parents usually let him sleepover, as long as he sleeps out were my parents can see him. So we usually make a little bed for the both of us on the floor in front of the tv. It's big enough were my parents don't really care about us sharing a bed. And besides, we end up cuddling anyways.

So that's what we do, we grab a ton of blankets and pillows and make a bed in the living room. We move the coffee table over and lay all the pillows and blankets down. We lay down and I snuggle into his chest.

"Want to talk about it?" I ask him.

"Not right now, but maybe later. I just want to cuddle right now," he says. He lets out a big sigh and falls further into the pillows, taking me with him. "By the way, you look better without all the makeup on."

I smile to myself and kiss his chest that is unfortunately clothed. And we both drift off into a deep sleep.