Creative Girl and Him

Chapter 34

Art and I can't stop kissing. It's addicting. I know I've never kissed anyone other than Peter and Jude but I think this is as good as it gets. I pull away from the kiss and rest my head on Art's bare chest. I'm not too sure how long Art and I did it, but it was light when we started and now it's dark. Art sat up and rolled over so I'm below him. He leans down and kisses me lightly. "I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"I don't want to do it now because I'm afraid, but if I asked you to marry me, would you?" I smile and shake my head.

"Not until you're not afraid." Art smiles and kisses me again. "I do love you Art. A lot of things could have torn us apart but they didn't. So I think if I don't say yes, I'd be an idiot."

"Well you're an idiot already." I smack his chest lightly and he kisses my forehead. "But, one day, I will ask you to marry me. Just be sure to look forward to that day." I smile.

"I will."

"Good." He exhales heavily. "Now back to business." Art grabs my thighs and wraps them around his lower back as he throws me into a sitting position in top of him. I can't help but laugh. Tyga and I had a lot of conversations and one of them was very accurate to this point. 'If you can't laugh while having sex with a person, you're having sex with the wrong person.' Tyga was really smart and although all she did talk about was sex, she has a point.

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I open my eyes to be met with a bright light. I sit up and feel Art's arm fall to my hip. I lean over to grab my phone and my eyes widen. 10 am?! We were out all night until this morning! "Art." I turn around and I blush... We're both not clothed at all... I grab my dress and cover myself as best as I could. "Art, wake up. It's 10 in the morning." He groans and pulls me down into his chest. "Art seriously, we have to get up."

"No we don't. We don't have school." I can't help but smile. He's such an idiot.

"We have to wake up for different reasons Art."

"What logical reason is there?"

"Gardening." Art's eyes open and he sits up.

"I'm up. What are you doing laying around let's go!" I laugh and I stand up and get dressed. We get dressed fairly quickly and we run out of the school, luckily, only one guard saw us but he didn't try to chase us. Once we get out, we quickly get on Art's bike and ride away.

"Where are we going?" I ask loud enough for him to hear.

"Wherever you wanna go." I bite my lip and think.

"Your house? Just to get your car. Then maybe mine so I can get changed." Art laughs.

"After we get my car and we get changed I have a place for us to go." I nod and rest my head against Art's back.

'Art and I just had a great time. Who would have thought I'd be enjoying sex, let alone with someone like Art. I've always been too afraid to admit it but he's way out of my league. As Art and I lay down and catch our breath, Art rolls over to drink some wine. I see the scars on his back and I run my fingers along them. Art stops and his breathing becomes even more erratic.
"Opal." I look at Art, my fingers still on his scars.
"I love you Art..." I look back at his scars. "All parts of you." I continue tracing the scars and he shivers.
Art has had these scars for so long... I've seen them before, but even now, after telling each other 'I love you' and being intimate, he still fears his scars...'

I open my eyes and pull my head away from Art's back. I slide my hand down his back and he jerks the bike. I can feel his breathing go faster. After a few minutes we get back to his house and he runs inside. "Stay here... I'll be back quickly." He seems off. Every time I touch his scars he freaks out and acts odd.