The Mafia's Flower (ON HOLD)

Chapter Five

"Truth." He said, rubbing his forehead momentarily.

I cleared my throat. "How old were you when you had your first kiss?"

"Ha-ha." He laughed. "Uhh, I was really young so, I'm not sure if the age is quite accurate." He slowed down the car as we stopped at a red light. Scratching his temple slightly, he went on. "Maybe, nine or ten. I dunno, I think I was in 4th grade or something."

"Nine?! You've got to be kidding me!" I gasped

"What? You can't blame me. Even at a young age, I've always been a lady killer." He wiggled an eyebrow at me playfully. I loved seeing Michael like this, carefree and happy. It always made me warm inside.

"Yeah right." I sighed, almost lost in thought of how he must've looked like at such a young age. No doubt he would've been a cute kid, but cute to have gotten it that young? I stole a glance at him for a second and that was enough reminder of how much good looking he was.

"Your turn," he speaks up. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What? One dare too much for you?" He teased.

"No, I'm just playing it safe like a certain scaredy cat."

"Oh! Don't tempt me now kiddo."

"That's the idea, old man."

"Anyways, truth huh? Well since we're being very intimate with ourselves this evening—" he hummed to himself before looking at me from the side. "Then, at what age did you have your first kiss?" I blinked, realising how personal indeed that question had been. I guess it was always easier when I was the one throwing the questions, not the other way round. "I'm waiting," he hummed playfully, tapping his hands on the wheel in tune with the beat of the song on the stereo.

Clearing my throat, I muttered an answer but he didn't seem to hear it. "What? I can't hear you."

"None," I repeated.

"Huh?" The light had turned green.

"I haven't kissed a boy, alright?!" I somewhat yelled. Cautiously looking up, I saw Michael's eyes widen far out than it previously did, this time his lips slightly agape as his facial expression took the poise of an astonished adonis.

"Are you... serious?" He asked like kissing someone before you were 18 was sort of a big deal.

"Yeah, I mean, my dad never let me go out much often and I never really liked any guy so... It's not really a big deal anyways so," I awkwardly shifted in my seat. I looked back up at Michael to still notice his surprised look but this time it had died down considerably before he looked back at the road and drove on.

"What?" I asked after no one had said anything for a while.

"Nothing, just that... wow." He commented, still sounding shocked. "Like, not even a kiss on the cheek or something?"

"Well, my aunt Lucy kissed me on the forehead when I turned 10 so if that counts then." I shrugged.

"Yeah... but I shouldn't be too surprised as knowing your dad, I'm surprised he even let you have male friends," Michael said further, seeming lost in thought. His features turned cold almost instantly, as if he remembered something.