The Blind Date

On A Mission | Eleven

We went home and we went to Marcus's house. We wanted alone time before filling our friends in on how our trip was. We sat on his couch and I laid my head on his chest, his arms securing me. He kissed my head and let his head rest there. It was a comfortable silence. We were both so relieved that his mom would be okay. That she was fighting it and could possibly get the rest of the tumor out some other time.

I wondered what having a caring mom was like. Along with a dad. I could imagine, and I used to, but it would just sadden me, because I'd have to come back to reality where my mom was abusive and my dad was with a better family. I was aware that other kids had it worse than me, but it'd be nice to have one parent that loved me.

"I had a nice time with you this weekend. Your family seems really close," I broke the silence.

"They can be. We have our dysfunction, but when it comes to life or death situations, they're pretty good about casting differences to the side. And I had a nice time with you, too," he finished, with a kiss.

I couldn't help but chuckle and snuggled as close as possible to him. "Do you think your family likes me?"

"They love you. If they didn't, we wouldn't have stayed the whole weekend," he assured me.

"Why's that?" I looked in his eyes.

"Because if they didn't like you, they would've told me, and I would've made us leave. You wouldn't deserve to sit there and be bullied the whole time," he said.

"That's sweet of you, but you wouldn't have had to do all of that for me," I assured.

"I know I wouldn't have had to. I would've wanted to."

"So what do you wanna do today?"

Marcus looked deep in my eyes, almost to my soul, and the space between us closed as our lips met. My heart rate sped up as this heated up especially quick, given my fingers were tangled in his hair and he had my hips secured in place, since I was in his lap. I trailed my kisses to his neck and had to catch my breath. He ran his hands up the back of my shirt, sending chills throughout my spine.

"We should stop," I sighed, not being able to stop.

"But are we going to?" He chuckled, almost reading my mind.

Sanity kicked in and I pulled back. "Unfortunately."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because it's still too soon. We both know that."

"Yeah. So how long should we wait?"

I let that sink in. "Um... at least six months?"

"Six?" He seemed surprised.

"I know we've known each other a while, but we haven't been dating long," I reminded him.

"Alright," he agreed. "Can we fool around?"

We were both laughing and I shoved him playfully. "Depends on what that means in your book."

"Y'know, this," he quickly flipped me on my back and lifted my shirt slightly, so he was kissing my stomach. "And this," he felt my chest under my shirt, kissing the nape of my neck.

"You're getting dangerously close to me throwing out my rule book," I whispered.

Without a word, he aligned himself with me and began massaging my sides, as he kissed me with a fire and passion I'd always wanted. I matched the kiss and pressed myself against him, the feeling in my legs gone.

"I just thought of something," he suddenly said, making me slightly sad.

I wasn't finished kissing him.