Merboy

Chapter 3

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Mmm...so warm.

Sighing in pure bliss, I rolled over in the satin sheets, only to come face to face with gorgeous sea-colored eyes.

I'd like to say I did what any emotionally healthy girl would do in my predicament: I released a glass-shattering-scream and toppled to the floor in a tangle of sheets.

Tanner blocked my view of the ceiling as he examined me from over the side of the bed, and I scowled at him.

"What the hell were you doing in my bed?" I seethed through clenched teeth. Oh god, he better not have done anything perverted!

"I was cold." he answered simply, "You're really warm by the way."

I closed my eyes in response, a feeble attempt at trying to block out the infuriating male. It didn't work. He was still there.

"Hey Kerrie?" he inquired curiously. I cracked an eye open to watch as he peered down the front of his boxers, "What's this thing between my legs for?"

OH MY GOD.

"I think you should save that question for Matt," I mumbled, feeling awkward.

This was not happening.

His brows furrowed.

"Why? Don't you have the same thing?"

My face felt as if someone had set a match under it it was so hot. Today was just not my day, was it?

" No...I have something...different."

His eyes widened.

"Really? Can I see?"

Two strong hands shot out to my pajama bottoms and I shrieked in horror, batting them away like my very life depended on it. Which it sort of did. If he managed to catch a glimpse of my Thursday panties I would just die. Especially since it was Saturday.

Oh don't act like any of you actually wear them in order.

"No!" I screeched hysterically, "That's not how it works around here! You can't just go sticking your hands places!"

The boy ceased his pursuit and eyed me quizzically.

"Then how does it work?"

I groaned, digging the heels of my hands into my eye sockets. Great, now I've dug myself an even deeper hole.

What was it my sex ed teacher had always said?

"Well when two people like each other very much," I began, "then...they can touch each other."

Cue awkward silence.

Okay I know, that explanation was lame, but you try telling a former Merboy how his junk worked. It felt like I was having 'The Talk' with my parents all over again. Only a thousand times worse since he was my age. And a boy.

Somebody just kill me now.

His eyes narrowed in contemplation.

"I guess that makes sense."

I emitted a sigh of relief, finally off the hook.

"I'm guessing you've never been touched?"