Story of my Life

Meeting the Moore's

Their family's house was just as amazing as ours. Seven led me into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of orange juice, then turned around and leaned against the counter. I'll admit his cool guy act was pretty good.

"So............What's on the itinerary?" I asked walking up to lean on the counter next to him. We looked at each other and I couldn't help but smile. He was good looking, from his arched brow and slick smile, to his hazel eyes and toned physique. I bit my lip as I admired him and he must have noticed.

"I don't know yet." He sighed before turning and cornering me in with his body. I crossed my arms over my chest, as he picked me up and set me lightly on the counter.

"Well, we gotta figure it out." I said jokingly. He chuckled, then pushed my legs apart and stepped into the space.

"You know, I didn't get to finish earlier. We could do that, then after, we can go on a date." He slid his hands up my thighs and then to my waists, before lightly kissing my neck.

I let out a slow deep breath and rolled my head to the side giving him better access to the hickeys he placed just a few hours ago. "I would say yes, but we're not in a bedroom. We're definitely in your family's kitchen. So let's skip the first part and just go on a date?"

As I laughed nervously, as his hand climbed under my shirt and up to my boob. He squeezed lightly and started to move his kiss from my neck to my lips. He stopped and started to think then decided to speak instead. "Can I ask you something?" He said lightly stepping back from me.

"Yeah! What's up?" I said nodding my head and straightening out my shirt.

"So, I know this is kinda personal and I want to apologize before hand." I nodded again and smiled weakly as he spoke. "Was I......was I really.....your first?" He put his hands on both sides of me, gripping the counter and dropped his head.

I cleared my throat before I answered him. "Yes! I've only looked at a couple of dick and most of them were porn stars, so yeah." I waited for him to say something and when he didn't I got worried.

"Okay! Do you actually like me or am I just another plan you're using to get back at Andrew?" He looked up and I could see the hurt and contemplation in his eyes.

When I tried to step down he slid me back up, but kept his head down. "Hey" I said quietly. "I'm not using you. I really do like you. I'm more interested in knowing you and seeing where this will go, than getting back at anyone." I put my hand on his head and played in his hair.

His sad expression didn't faulted, and when he didn't look up I got nervous. "Then why did you lie to me? Why do you keep lying to me?"  He looked up with earnest eyes.

                    "I'm not lying! I haven't lied." I said less confident.

                    "You're still lying! Tell me what happened to your wrist! Because I know it wasn't from Andrew grabbing too tight." He said through gritted teeth. I could tell he was getting angry and I didn't want to be that person, so I sucked up my pride and told him.

                   "When he took me to the room when I tried to follow you. We were obviously in Alec's room and he pushed me into the bathroom when I was trying to leave. I told him I just wanted to find you, but he slammed my arm against the wall that's it." I put my hand on his chin and lifted lightly until we were eye to eye. "I'm sorry! I didn't want you to worry about it!"

We shared a sympathetic glance and he hugged me tight. "I don't want you lying to me! I get enough of that at home. I don't need it from the girl I like." He smiled weakly and when I kissed his forehead, his smile widened.