The Silver Family

Chapter Forty: Get it off of your chest

Chapter Forty: Get it off of your chest

We went to what I had assumed was Patrick’s bedroom, because of how dark and edgy it was on the inside. There was no denying that it was a boy’s room, with its dark and bland walls and messy floor that was covered in rubbish and clothes. Despite him not being there that often, it still looked like he had been living it in.

“Sorry about the mess.” He said as we entered, he had let go of my hand so that he could walk in front. “I haven’t lived here in a while, so I didn’t know what it would be like.”

I chuckled, “its fine. I’ve seen worse.” And I had. When you live for 940 years like me, you see many weird and odd sights.

“Really?” He sounded surprised and I nodded, “Yeah. My brothers’ rooms aren’t that clean and tidy either.”

“I forget that you have three brothers, which is really odd by the way.” He stated with a smirk.

I laughed, “I know. It’s odd being the only girl.”

“But I bet it’s nice to have brothers though?” he asked as he sat on the edge of his bed.

I went and sat next to him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love them to pieces.” I smiled down at the ground just thinking about them. They were three big pains, but I loved them for it.

“They are certainly protective of you, I know that!” He chuckled nervously.

I sighed, “What have they said to you?”

“Just to watch it because they are always watching.” He replied, scratching the back of his head.

“Don’t worry about them. I’m old enough to look after myself.” I comforted before adding, “But mess with me and you will regret it.”

He did a dramatic gulp and winked, “Bring it!”

“Cheeseball.” I laughed, pushing him playfully. It was at that moment when I wanted to ‘bring it’ and kiss him with everything that I had. I liked the kiss we shared beforehand and wanted to experience that again.

I didn’t want to wait for him to possibly make the move so I did. I just randomly leaned in and kissed him. I was soft and gentle because I didn’t want to give him a heart attack. Things soon picked up once he realised what was happening and we began kissing faster like we were desperate for it. He was a great kisser, so I knew that – like me - he had had lots of practice.

I didn’t want to ruin my dress, and because it was huge and puffy, it was hard to arrange it so that it wasn’t in the way. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to take it off.

He had taken his blazer off and it was on the floor somewhere. His shirt was undone, but not off and my dress was creased and untidy. My nude lipstick was no longer on my lips, but on his face which wasn’t all that noticeable unless you were close.

His hands were wandering my body, and mine were placed firmly on his waist. I bit his lip multiple times and made him moan, but he got me back by giving me a love bite on my neck; right where people could see it – thanks!

We were deep into it when there was a knock on the door and we jumped apart. We tried to catch our breaths and tidy ourselves quickly as the door opened.

“Patrick, you-“An old-ish man in his late sixties began, but stopped after seeing me. “I didn’t know you had company. I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“No, its fine, John.” Patrick said, straightening his blazer. “We were just talking.”

“Your lying has improved, young master.” John replied with a chuckle.