(Update: I'm really sorry for the lateness, but I've got a lot going on so new chapters will only be up on Fridays from now on. Sorry. Anyways, this chapter is basically just a plotless filler chapter thrown together. Again, my apologies. The next will be better, enjoy and comment please)
After a fair amount of time spent exploring the inside of eachother's mouths with our tongues (ha) in the backseat of Aaron's charger, he took me home.
Since I was going to be spending the night at his house I needed to pack at least the bare essentials in an overnight bag.
And well, I did have to ask my own mother's permission afterall. I am still a teenager.
I could have easily lied and told her I was going to be with Alyssa, but I'm trying to turn over a new leaf or whatever. I didn't want to be known as a liar.
Mom agreed to let me stay with Aaron as long as I promised to call her if I needed anything. She also made me swear to use protection if I planned on doing anything uh, frisky. Ugh. Her words not mine.
That conversation had certainly been awkward and embarrassing.
While I stuffed extra clothes into my bag nerves started to settle in. My stomach felt like a barrel of bouncy balls. All jittery and jumpy.
I know Aaron and I have already had sex of course. But...That had been a whole week ago.
And the night that it happened, in no way had I been expecting it to actually happen. Now that I have time to overthink things like usual, I'm starting to freak out.
I know for a fact that Aaron would never pressure me to do something I might not want. The thing is, is that I do want to sleep with him again.
Like...Bad. Hormones. Sigh. It's stupid to worry myself over something I've already done. That's just the way it is though. Can't change how my mind works.
Before I could totally turn into a big mess of worry I made up a little pep talk and took a quick shower.
An hour later the nerves are distant if not entirely forgotten, and Aaron's lips can do the most amazing things to my concerntration.
We've been at his house for a little while now. He had suggested a movie, maybe some popcorn when I got distracted by his perfect mouth and kind of tackled him onto the bed.
Ever since our lips first connected, they've barely been apart. On a list of things I'll never get tired of, kissing Aaron is completely number one. I'm cheesy, get over it.
"Chloe, um...I think...Maybe um..." Aaron seemed to have lost his train of thought in between kisses. Amused, I pulled back.
"You were saying?" He opened his eyes slowly, going over what I just said. "Oh right, I was thinking that, well, we do have the whole night to, you know. I was going to say that we don't have to rush." He explained.
I walked my fingers across his chest feeling way too turned on by this boy to not want to rush. He shivered faintly.
"Do you want to stop?" I asked. I felt his hands creep up to clutch my waist firmly, but light enough to make me lean more into his touch.
"Chloe, do I look like I ever want to stop?" He asked with a devilish smirk. I grinned in reply. "Good, I don't want to ever stop either."
Suddenly there were a lot less clothes and the night passed blissfully. I later laughed at how nervous I had been when I had no reason to be. Aaron always made everything alright and safe.
