I waited outside on the balcony until I felt that Mitchel had put on clothes. Though the sight of his bare chest and prominent v-line left me bothered, I chose not to let him have all the fun. When people first meet me, they wouldn't assume I have a wilder side. I usually save that for people I'm closest with. Alex described me as an introvert and an extrovert. I loved a good party and hanging with people, but I could also stay by myself for weeks. I was truly an enigma.
When I walked back in the bedroom, Mitchel was braiding his hair in the mirror. I don't think he noticed me come in so I decided to get my revenge. I wasn't the only one who would have a hard time today. I walked, trying not to make noise, and wrapped my arms around him. He jumped a little at the sudden touch. I peaked my head around his back and smiled at him in the mirror. Our eyes met and he returned the smile. I let my head rest on his shoulder while he continued to braid his hair. I slowly crept my hands down his torso and rested on his hips. My hands were connected and laid right in front of the button of pants. I kept eye contact on his face in the mirror to watch his reaction. There was some small reactions in his eyes but he kept his demeanor for the most part. I was a little frustrated because he wasn't.
"What are you doing, baby girl?" he asked, finishing his braid.
"Hugging you. What do you mean?" I said innocently.
He hummed and turned around in my arms. He looked down at me and put his arms around my back, lacing his fingers. In doing this, he pulled me closer to him. I fell into him causing him to lean on his dresser.
"Keep doing this and we won't be leaving the house." he warned.
And in the moment, for some reason, I got a spark of confidence.
"Maybe I don't want to." I said, looking in his eyes.
He looked surprised at my sudden reply. This was the first at actually responded to his sexual comments and I was just as surprised. Once those words left my lips, I was nervous at to what would happen next. I looked away from his eyes only for a moment and when I looked back, his eyes were definitely darker. Not in a scary way, but in a sexy way.
"I can make that happen."
He put one finger under my chin and lifted it up. He leaned in closer to my lips. I prepared for a kiss, but instead I felt a peck on my cheek. I opened my eyes, annoyed and confused. He let go of me and walked away. I stood in front of the mirror. I bit my bottom lip in embarrassment and disappointment. Why did I feel rejected? I was an over emotional person and I overthink every single thing. A normal girl probably wouldn't cry over this but I couldn't help it. I walked out the room, trying to find a place I could hide. There was a bathroom a couple of doors down and I went it, closing the door behind me.
I turned on the light and placed my hands on the counter. I hated this. I hated that I was so emotional. That small kiss felt like complete rejection. Like I wasn't good enough. Why do I care so much about a guy that I just met? I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were slightly red and wet. Before I could wipe my face, a knock came from the other side of the door.
"Shawn?"
I took a deep breath and tried my best to fix my voice.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
My voice cracked at the end of the sentence and I wanted to end it all right there. I quickly wiped my eyes and stepped back from the door. Mitchel opened the door and stood in the doorway. I leaned on the counter and crossed my arms.
"You're definitely not okay. Did I do this?"
I couldn't look at him but I still replied.
"No. And yes." I breathed.
