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When I walked in, I saw camouflage green coloured walls, and a king sized bed in the centre of the back wall, with a window over top of it. He had a bookshelf overflowing with books, and almost every one of them had sticky notes marking assorted pages. There was a nightstand next to his bed, which had a lamp and a tube that I couldn't quite identify, but when he sprinted to it and quickly shoved it into his drawer, I could guess what it was.

Once he closed the drawer, he turned around, grinning. "How do you like the place?"

"It's great," I replied. "I didn't know you were a reader."

He let out a small chuckle, "yeah. Most writers are. I mark the pages that give me inspiration for my own work," he explained.

I was impressed. I didn't think of him to have much of a passion, and I definitely didn't expect him to be a writer. I always thought writers were quiet and introverted, but he was definitely not quiet. "Hey..." I began, smirking.

"What?" He asked, looking concerned, but sitting down on his bed, still looking at me.

"Mind explaining this," I said, showing him my arm, "Daddy," I said teasingly.

He bit his lip, and raised an eyebrow. "You're not kink shaming, now, are you?" He asked.

My stomach did another flip. "Oh—I thought it was a joke..." I said nervously. I'd never met someone with an actual daddy kink.

He laughed, "I'd never joke about being daddy. Sit down, you're just awkwardly standing there," he ordered. "And close the door," he smiled sweetly, "please."

I rolled my eyes, but did as told. I shut the door gingerly and sat down, leaving a fair bit of space in between us. He looked as if he wanted me to come closer, but probably decided against it when he saw my frightened expression.

I couldn't help it, he seems like someone I can't trust. He just sat there, looking at me with those big, almost transparent eyes. "You want some ice cream?" He asked, probably to fill the silence.

I nodded, and he got up, walking to the door. "I'll be right back."

He left the room, leaving the door open. I decided to look around a bit, and ended up at his bookshelf. I read the various titles, and one caught my attention. I started reading the first page, it was about a guy that made women fall in love with him just so he could break their heart. Something inside me found this as a warning sign, and I quickly put the book back.

Just as I was about to turn around and sit back down on the bed, I felt his chest against my back, and he snaked his arms around my waist. My heart started beating faster, and I could feel his breath against my neck, making me shiver.

He spun me around and hooked his fingers in my belt loops, pulling my waist against his, and he kissed me. It took me a second to kiss back, I was so in shock. Our lips started moving in unison, and I didn't want it to stop. That is, until I remembered something. Or someone.

I pushed him off of me, and he looked up, confused.

"Chris," I said, as if it were a warning.

He scoffed, "you think I'm actually with Chris?"

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "Well, aren't you?"

He shook his head. "Chris owed me, he outed me to my mom without telling me. That's why I was so mad when I walked into English the first day," he explained, and I recalled the way he stormed in. "It was just a one-time thing, and I did it mostly to shut him up."

I was blushing hard, but I managed to let out a small laugh. "You shut him up really well."

He smirked, taking a few slow steps closer to me, until we were nose to nose. He was looking down at me, the smirk never leaving his lips. I decided I wanted to get rid of that smirk, so I crashed my lips against his, and he caught on quickly.

He picked me up, making me tense up a little, but I didn't break the kiss. That is, until he threw me onto his bed. I looked up at him, both excited and nervous. He climbed on top of me, kissing me again. He bit my lip and tugged on it, before pulling away and laying next to me.

I wanted more. I crawled onto him, sitting on him. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head as I slid my hands up his shirt, leaning down to join our lips together again. He flipped us over, pulling away from the kiss again, but this time he pecked me on the lips twice before laying beside me once again.

I whined from the loss of contact and pouted at him. "You're too innocent," he said, chuckling.

I rolled my eyes. "You're just a tease," I said, slightly annoyed, but pleased at the same time.

He grinned, "I definitely am!" He admitted proudly. I sighed melodramatically. "Hey," he said.

"What?" I said, still a bit grumpy.

"I know it's sudden, but would you be cool with sleeping over tonight?"

I looked over at him, surprised. "I—yeah. Of course." I started to feel nervous.

He smiled, "Good."

A thought occurred to me. "What happened to the ice cream?"

His eyes widened, and he flipped over, reaching for the bowls he had placed on the nightstand when he crept in without me noticing, and handed one to me. "Sorry it's a bit melted, I got distracted," he said, winking at me.

I blushed, taking in a spoonful of the strawberry ice cream.

It was starting to get late, and I'd already texted my mom saying I was going to stay the night at a friends' house. Eli walked over to his closet and started looking through it. "Do you want to borrow some pyjamas?" He asked.

"No, it's okay. I usually just sleep in my boxers," I said, not thinking twice. He turned around, winking at me. I blushed. "Why do you always have to make it sexual!" I yelled.

He laughed at my pain. "You're the one that wanted to continue so badly earlier," he countered, turning back to his closet, pulling out a pair of navy blue pyjama bottoms for himself. He had a point. Ugh, why does he have to be right?

He took off his shirt, revealing his flat stomach and unexpectedly muscular arms. I laid back in his bed and enjoyed the view. Next came his jeans, and I felt like I might've been invading his personal space, so I busied myself with my phone, glancing up occasionally—I couldn't help it.

He got his pyjamas on and slipped under the covers. "Your turn," he said.

"You're just trying to get me to strip for you," I said mockingly.

"I really am. Now strip for daddy."

I bit my lip. I didn't think I'd find that one word so attractive, but I did as he said, throwing my shirt and jeans into the corner of the room. I looked down as I crawled into bed beside him, not wanting to meet his eyes.

I'd never kissed a boy until today, much less laid next to one only in my boxers. A part of me felt like it was wrong, but when I felt his arms pull me close into his chest, I couldn't feel anything but right.

I cuddled into his bare chest and fell asleep within a couple minutes.