I'm NOT a Slut Anymore.

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

            I flipped the pancake in the pan, staring absentmindedly at the space in front of me. When it was done, I placed it on a plate along with the eggs and bacon I also fixed. I put the plate on a tray and headed back upstairs.

            Mark had gone back to sleep so I placed the tray on the side table and sat down next to him. Gently, I touched his shoulder.

            “Mark.”

            He groaned in response.

            “Mark. Wake up.”

            His eyes opened and he looked at me.

            “Hey.” I smiled.

            He pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. My hands rested on either side of his head and my hair fell over my shoulders, brushing against his bare chest.

            “I made breakfast.”

            He slipped his hands under the shirt that I was wearing which happened to be his. I shivered at his touch, bringing my head closer to his. I kissed his nose teasingly and he smiled a bit.

            “I’d rather have you for breakfast.” He said in a husky voice.

            “Cheesy. We did enough of that last night and the night before that and the night before that.”

            He brought his hands to my face and pulled me down so he could kiss me properly. His tongue rolled over mine expertly and I ground into the lower half of his body. He needed this. I knew that. He groaned into the kiss. “What are you doing to me?” He asked suddenly. I pulled away, smiling.

            He wouldn’t admit that he was distraught over his father’s death a week ago, but I knew he was by his more than somber attitude. I was only trying to cheer him up and take away some of the grief in the best way I knew how. He had been over my house every night, not to my parents’ knowledge of course, and every night, I tried my best to make him feel better. I wasn’t sure it was working though.

            It seemed his father’s death was a suicide. They found the note in his pocket. It was strange though. When I met Mr. Campbell, I never would have thought he was someone who wanted to kill himself. He seemed like a happy person, but appearances are always deceiving.

            His mother was handling it. I wasn’t sure what her reaction was, but Mark told me she seemed to be rather detached from the whole thing. His uncle seemed rather distressed though. It seemed the entire business had fallen into his hands.

            I moved off of him and onto the bed next to him. “You need to eat something. You haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

            “It’s Saturday. Let’s have some fun.”

            My eyes softened. “The funeral is today.”

            He sighed. “How did you know that?”

            “I heard you on the phone a while back.”

            “I’m not going.”

            “I think you should go.”

            “Why?”

            “Closure. Because he’s your father.”