The Mistakes I've Made

Chapter 10

    Authors note: WARNING. SLIGHT SMUT. This chapter starts off weird. You have been warned!

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When I woke up, I felt like I had gained thirty five pounds. Confused, I feel something in my arms. I wake up like this a lot, but this doesn't feel like my pillow. Besides, pillows don't feel like this pressed against you. Nor do I have a pillow this big. Finally, I open my eyes and completely freeze. It's her. She's on top of you. Now, how do I explain how I feel about this? My mind split in two. One side was terrified. Omgomgomgomgomg she's gonna kill me!!! And then there was side two. Why are you freaking out? C'mon! Beautiful girl on top of you HELLO!!!! And I, honestly, didn't know what to do. So I sat there, and debated it in my head. After a few minutes, she started to stir and I froze. Reason? Well it's not fear this time. Instead, it was because, in the midst of moving she brought her knee up offaly close to me. And, once again, my mind split into two. One side terrified. Jesus Christ! She's either gonna kick me, or wake up and kill me! Shitshitshitshit Shit!!! And then two. Dude shut up! One, if she keeps going she won't kick us. In fact, I think we want her to keep going! And why the hell is it only fear and...whatever I am? I decided to stop thinking after that. She started stirring, and did bring her knee up, may god or who ever is up there have at least some mercy on my soul! Yea, they didn't have mercy. She ending up bringing her arms up, wrapping them around my neck, and pulling her self up. Now, her face was buried in my neck and, sadly, I couldn't calm down. At all. Fuck. And then, she did something I never expected. She mumbled my name. Weird? I know. Unbelievable? Yea, trust me. I know. Was I screwed? Absolutely. And I also admit, I was staring again. Last night, we never really changed out of our bathing suits- which is really distracting by the way- so I was in swimming trunks, no shirt, and she was in a bikini with her over sized black t-shirt. Why am I telling you this? Easy. Her shirt was up, and she was pressed up against me. See? Distracting. And that, my fellow readers, is when she moved again, causing me to grunt, causing her eyes to snap open. Well, shit. She lifts her head up confused, and looks down. Then behind her. Then she freezes and, very slowly, turns and looks at me. I, of course, avoid eye contact, face red. And, I swear to god, I could feel her glare at me. All the sudden I feel a warm hand, her hand, force me to look at her. And so we sit there. Quietly staring at each other. I felt a tug in my gut, and my heart was racing with an uneven step. Looking down at my chest, she stares before, slowly and silently, placing her hand over my heart, feeling it run it's uneven race, with curiosity. Which, only made it worse. Thats when I had the worst idea in the history of ideas ever. So, because it such a stupid and terrible idea, I did it. Bringing my hand to her chin I draw her head up and wrap my other hand around her lower back. Dragging her up by her back, we're now only inches away from each other. And so I leaned in. And... the door opened. We immediate, jumped apart and looked up to see who it was. And I was right. "H-hey Mom! Morning! What are you doing up?" I practically yell. Mom suppressed a smile at my stuttering voice, the most happiest and amused look in her eyes I've seen in her eyes in a long time. But I didn't relax. She lets out a chuckle. "Did I interrupt something?" Oh god no. I'll never live this down. In the corner of my eye I see Makayla's face the brightest shade of red I've ever seen it, her outline an orange-ish red. And I can see her staring at me in the corner of her eye too. Catching my gaze, we both look away. "Awe! You two are so cute together!" Mom squeals. Dammit. Makayla, if it's even possible, blushed even more. "Mom..." I whine. Yes whined. Get over it. "Fine, fine. C'mon. Breakfast time. And, while I'm sure you want to finish what ever it is you did or didn't start, I'm afraid food comes first." And with that she walked away. We sat there for a moment, before I got up and offered my hand to Makayla. Accepting it, we both walk out to get some breakfast, never letting go of each other's hand.