Breathless

Chapter 13

Christian and I have been making out for two and a half hours, and he's shirtless, and I'm shirtless, and my bra is on still, but I doubt we're going to end of having sex.

He's completely hard under me, and I hear my phone ringing on the coffee table.

My lips are swollen, but I pull away to grab my phone.

It's Annie.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, breathless.

"It's okay."

I press answer.

"Hey." I say.

"Hey, what happened with Christian?" she asks.

"He gave it to me."

Silence.

"Are you engaged?"

"No, it's a promise ring."

"Oh." She says. "That's cute."

"I know."

"Why are you breathless?" she asks.

"Uh..." I hesitate.

"Oh god." She says.

It's only nine thirty or ten. She's probably still at Grandma's because they watch movies on Pizza night.

"Erin, are you losing your virginity?" she asks.

"Oh my god!"

I hear my whole family yelling in the background.

Christian starts pushing me so I'm laying down, and he pulls me into his arms, burying his head in my shoulder, and he's shaking with silent laughter because he can hear everything.

I hear Annie put her phone on speaker.

"Erin!" she says.

"No, I'm not!" I yell at her.

I'm pissed she told my whole family about everything, I'm pissed they know I'm doing shit with Christian.

I don't want them in my business.

Christian starts to press his lips to my neck, and I bite my lip.

"Then what are you doing? Are you wearing a shirt?"

Silence.

"No."

She starts to squeal, and Christian starts laughing again, his hot breath fanning my neck.

I'm here with this hot shirtless guy that I'm fucking in love with, and he wants to love on me, and I'm on the fucking phone with my sister.

"Is he wearing a shirt?" she asks.

"No."

"Are you wearing pants?" she asks.

"Yes, and so is he."

"Oh." She sounds disappointed.

I sigh quietly.

"Annie, I'm fucking busy, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, right, I'm sorry."

I hang up on her and sit up, straddling Christian.

"Don't ever kiss my neck when I'm on the phone again." I hiss playfully.

"Why? Does it make you tick?" he asks.

"Yes." I whisper.

He grins, his lips starting at mine, and moving down my jaw to my neck.