The Unexpected

Chapter 3

It has been two days since Tyler and I hooked up. No matter how hard I try to stop thinking about that night, I can't; it's impossible. My parents are home again so I assumed it'd be safe to invite him over. Nothing will happen with them here and we need to talk about what happened.

When the doorbell rings, I run to the door but my parents beat me to it. "Tyler." My mom smiles brightly. "Dinner is almost done. You should stay."

Tyler glances at me. My parents love him but I've never understood why. Maybe it's because they didn't get the son they wanted. "If it's okay with Mia."

All eyes are on me and I groan inwardly. "Of course it's fine."

"Great. You two wash up and I'll set the table." My mom says.

Tyler shakes my dads hand and hugs my mom before following me to the bathroom. "You could've lied." I mumble.

"What?" He asks, confused.

"You could've said you had to be home for dinner in a while."

He grabs my hand and pulls me back. I turn around, stumbling forward against his chest. He cups my cheek and lifts my face up. Our eyes are locked on each other until he closes the space between us, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue brushes against my lips and I grant him access to my mouth but he pulls away. "If you didn't want me to stay, you should have said so." He says, his thumb brushing against my lower lip.

What I do next surprises us both. I gently bite the tip of his thumb before taking a step away from him. "It's fine. But we're talking after dinner."

He nods. We wash our hands then join my parents at the table. Tyler talks to my parents about his birthday party that his family threw him, keeping out the party Steven and I threw him. They apologize for missing his party and give him a gift card. Throughout dinner, his feet touch mine under the table and I quickly pull them away.

When we've finished eating dinner, my parents ask us to join them in the living room but I pass. Tyler follows me downstairs to my room, closing the door behind him.

When we first moved into this house, my parents were going to use the basement as storage but I convinced them to let me have it as my room since it was the biggest room in the house. After living here for a while, my dad built me my own bathroom down here.

We stop at the foot of my bed and I blush slightly, remembering our last encounter down here. I turn towards Tyler and see him staring at me. "Just thinking about that night makes me want you all over again." He murmurs. "The way you arched your back -"

"What are we doing here?" I snap.

"What are you talking about?"

"Out of all the girls, why me?" I ask. "We were friends and now things are screwed up because of what we did."

"Did you enjoy it?" He asks, making me blush. "Exactly. So what's the problem?"

"Because we're friends!" I yell. "Friends don't do that."

He steps closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're over-thinking things."

Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he begins pulling it up. Reluctantly, I allow it. He unhooks my bra before letting it fall to the floor. Next he hooks his thumbs into my sweatpants and panties and takes them off in one swift movement. I want to feel how I did this weekend; I crave the feeling.

He picks me up and lays me on the bed. I watch as he undresses and tears into a condom. He was expecting this. He crawls onto the bed and I remember my parents upstairs. "We can't. My parents are upstairs." I say frantically.

He grins. "Then I guess we'll have to be extra quiet." I look at him doubtfully and he sighs. "Your parents trust me. They'd never check on us."

He's right. They have never checked on us. I guess it's because they wouldn't think anything like this would happen. Especially while they're in the house. Either did I.

In one sudden movement, he's buried deep inside me. I gasp in surprise but his lips find mine, silencing me. My hands curl into fists, tugging the sheets. He pulls away and I catch my breath. He sets a slow pace and it doesn't take long before I find myself coming apart.

He pulls me against his chest and I sigh. Maybe this wasn't meant to be. I mean, we're young and stupid. We were drinking and ended up in bed. In a few months time, I'll be off to college far away from here. We'll probably never talk after that.

I find myself remembering the girl on the phone the other day and I can't help myself. "Hey, Ty?"

"Hmm." He hums in response.

"Who was that girl that answered your phone the other day?" I ask curiously.

He shrugs. "Just a friend."

"Did you sleep with her?"

Pushing me away, he laughs dryly as he climbs out of bed. I sit up, holding the blanket to my chest. "Why does it matter?" He asks.

"I was just curious." I reply apologetically.

He looks at me for a long moment before frowning. "Yes I did." I bite my lip, not saying anything. He puts on his boxers then his jeans. "Look, I'm sorry for all of this. I know you females usually have this fairy-tale bullshit in mind about your virginity, boyfriends, and marriage or whatever, but you looked good and I couldn't help myself."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Fairy tale bullshit? So when a girl wants to lose herself to a man who really loves her, it's fairy-tale bullshit?"

He rolls his eyes. "When you find a man who truly loves a girl, show me because there isn't one faithful fuck out there. Love is a figment of our imaginations."

"You're so irritating." I mutter, shaking my head.

He tugs on his shirt. "I know. You're very good at talking by the way. Feel free to invite me over again when you want to talk."

"Fuck you." I snap.

"Nah, I've had enough for today." He smirks. "Have a good night, sweetheart."

I could kill him.

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