City of Secrets

Chapter 15

"Hey!" I said as Simon stole a handful of my popcorn.
"What? I'm hungry," he said smiling.
"That doesn't mean you steal my food!" I said laughing.
He laughing along with me.
It had been 4 days since he told me about everything. We had been hanging gouty together everyday for hours. Everyday he would make me do something else. Today was watching a whole bunch of movies, most of them horror. He desperately tries to make me forget about that, but its never worked.
He moved closer to me on the couch and the movie started.
"Have you ever seen this movie?" He asked.
"Nope," I replied.
"Good," I think he said. He was so quiet I could barely hear him, so I just ignored it.
He scooted so close our legs were touching.
"I hope your not going to do that stupid yawn, and put your arm around me thing," I remarked.
He laughed.
"I won't," he said.
We stared at each other for a minute.
"What?" He said.
His eyes were memorizing. I couldn't look away, so I closed my eyes.
"Are you going to sleep?" He asked laughing.
I didn't say anything I just smiled.
"Or are you waiting for me to do this," he whispered.
I felt something warm and soft press against my lips. I quickly opened my eyes and saw Simon. He was kissing me!
His hand drifted up to me cheek. I closed my eyes again and relaxed into the kiss. When he pulled away I was breathless. I reopened my eyes and saw him smirking, watching the TV.
The rest of the movie I sat there, stunned. He kissed me. He freaking kissed me. I didn't pull away, I didn't stop him. I let him let him steal my first kiss. The same one I was saving for the special someone that I was getting married to, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but I wasn't mad, or disappointed. I was happy about him being my first kiss. Why? Because I love him.
"Kitten, come on the movie is over," Simon said snapping his fingers in my face.
"Oh, yeah,' I said distracted.
I stood up and walked with him to the door.
"Thanks for the night. I had fun," I said shyly.
"Who said it was over," he said sheepishly. He grabbed my wrists and jerked me out into the hallway. He shut the door behind him.
He walked into his room, his hand still clenching my wrist, and grabbed a backpack.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he dragged me through the lobby.
"I'll show you in a minute," he said.
"Again with the mysteriousness!" I said loudly.
He started to drag me down the street and into an alleyway. He finally let go of my wrist and gave me a spray paint can from his backpack.