Red Velvet

Leather Seats (Ch. 6)

To be honest I'm not even quite sure what happened from there. All I know is that it was enjoyable, my head hurt like a bitch, and somehow I ended up back in my bed again.

Maybe I had called me mom to pick me up or someone dropped me back home. More importantly, what happened to Tate? What did we even do? I sat in my room trying to put together the pieces. Everything was blank after I laid on top of him. I was fully clothed but none of the pieces fit.

I jumped at the chime of my phone. I pulled it off of my side table. It was Tate. I unlocked my phone to read the message.

"Hey baby(:" I read. He's so typical. But it's adorable. My stomach jumped up into my heart whenever I heard my phone make any noise.

"Hey Tate:)" I typed back. I laid my phone next to my head on my pillow. I wanted to get up to close the blinds because my eyes were so sensitive to light. My brain beat against my skull and I could hear my heart beat.

My phone chimed next to my ear, yet again startling me. I grabbed it and read the message.

"I had fun last night. Thanks. You sure know how to show a guy a good time(;" I gasped, covering my mouth. Had Tate and I... Had sex?

"Let's hang today. At Cohen Park?" I changed the subject. I really needed to know what happened last night.

Tate replied with a simple "Sure(: at 12?" I agreed and started getting ready.

I pulled my loose curls from last night into a high ponytail, put on a loose tank top, Hollister shorts, and my favorite burgundy converse. Popping a few Advil into my mouth, I walked out of the door. My mom didn't care where I was going. I guess that's a good thing. Even if I told her she would reply with a grin and a nod.

When I arrived at Cohen Park I saw Tate sitting on a bench near the entrance of the park. My heart ached for him. He wore khaki shorts and a tank top. His hair was ruffled but attractive.

I sat next to him on the bench without saying anything. He turned towards me.

"Hey gorgeous" he said with a grin.

"Hi." I said blushing. I wasn't quite sure where to start this conversation.

"Tate? I have a question." I said with a nervous giggle.

"Go at it." He winked. Ugh, why did he have to be so attractive?!

"How far did we go last night?" I said emotionless. He looked up at me, surprised.

"Not that far. I mean, we were half naked on top of each other kissing." He shyly grinned. I laughed the nervousness off. He tilted up my chin so we were yet again making eye contact. He gave me a light but passionate peck on the lips. He pulled me off of the bench and turned around and knelt down.

"Get on my back." He turned and winked. I jumped on hoping I didn't weigh to much. It didn't seem like a struggle to him. He walked me up the hill to his car and set me down gently at the passenger door. He gentlemanly opened the door inviting me into his car. He closed the door behind me and walked to the drivers door and got in and turned on the car.

"I think we should go hang out at my house. My parents aren't home and I want you to see my house. Because I can guarantee you will be coming over more than once." He laughed. I couldn't tell if he was referring that I would be coming over for sex or because of a relationship. But I doubt a relationship more likely sex. Yet, I still questioned it. Tate doesn't seem like he wants sex but he always pushes girls away. Yet.... He's not pushing me away.

He drove me to his house and we listened to a mix cd of Lana Del Rey, Nirvana, & other songs by my favorite artists and bands. He sure knows how to please a girl too. But I wonder if he was planning to please me another way at his house. What a silly thought. I won't get my hopes too high.