"Did we disturb anything?" Dad asks and I swear it looks like he tries to hold his laughter in. You could say that my parents aren't like many others.
They actually want me to meet boys and, you know, explore and have fun. Of course I was absolutely against that, because I meant I didn't have time for such things.
"Only the best sleep of my life," Kyle mumbles and let go of me. I jump away the second I feel his arm away from my waist, standing to my feet.
"Hey guys, what are you doing up so early?" I ask, desperately wanting to change the way this conversation is going.
Kyle sits up and runs a hand through his black, messy hair as he looks at me with a small smile.
"Well since you two occupied the living room, we just decided to go to bed. After all, we were so exhausted when we got home from Christmas shopping," mom says. I nod and wait for someone to clear the awkward air in the room.
Suddenly Kyle stands up and clears his throat, making the attention go to him instead of me. I thank him mentally and could just jump him here and now, but I won't, because that is just inappropriate. Well, and then it would just become awkward again too.
"I think it is time for breakfast," he says and pulls me to him. My eyes widen for a split second before I smile at my parents, who is now looking at us with two big grins.
"Yes you are right. Me and Nath will take care of that, so you two can just clean up all this," she says and waves a hand over the empty wine bottle and bowls that is lying on the table.
"Sure, we'll do that," I say and shoo them out of the room. They move to the kitchen, leaving us alone as they start on the breakfast. The moment they are out of sight I turn to Kyle and slap him on the back of his head.
"Ow what was that for?" He asks and rub the place I hit him. I glare at him and start to pick up the trash we left from last night.
"You know why," I mutter. Kyle laughs from behind me and follows my lead as we clean up our mess.
An hour goes by and we finish our breakfast, now sitting by the table and drinking coffee. We start talking about Christmas. What we should eat for dinner and when we should open presents. To be honest; I'm not a big fan of Christmas. The food and presents are alright and all, but the reason for why we do it, I have never understood.
Since I was a little child I have never been a fan of holidays like that, where we celebrate something that happened thousands of years ago.
Now, my parents on the other hand, they are Christians on the highest level. They pray before they eat and go to church every Sunday. There are times when they ask me where I've gotten my beliefs from, since it is absolutely not from them.
"Sugar?" I snap out of my thoughts when I feel Kyle's hand on my knee, his eyes studying my face.
"Hm?" I ask and stare back at him, which is starting to get pretty uncomfortable. You know those moments where you stare into someone's eyes for more than three seconds, and it suddenly feels like you give something from yourself away.
Well, that is kind of what is happening now, but the problem is that I can't seem to take my gaze away from his. It is just so beautiful, even with the frown that is placed on his face.
"Are you okay? You're zoning out a lot?" I shake my head, trying to focus on the matter in hand, or actually just focus on the God in front of me.
"Yes, sorry, I just think so much," I say and pat the hand he has on my knee reassuringly.
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Dangerous Attractions
Storie d'amore"You can't change my mind," I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep in another moan. "I don't have to." He brings his head away from my neck, his eyes meeting my own. They are dark and his smirk still on his face, only becoming deeper and deepe...
