Just a Simple Touch

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Don't be like Eva? He doesn't want me to be like the women on the painting? What does that even mean it doesn't make any sense. He said that women wasn't a real person and that he just made her up, so why would he say something like that?

"Houston what does that mean ?" I ask 

"Just promise me" 

"I promise" I say uneasily not sure what exactly I was promising to him, but if promising Houston this put him at ease I was fine with it 

Houston's emotionless expression was chilling as usual, but yet so beautiful. He stared at me before gently brushing my cheek with the back of his index finger, his vanilla scent filled my nose and it was the most calming feeling. I could feel my eyes close from how calm he was making me feel. 

"Are you tired Vally ?" Houston asked ignoring my question from before  

I opened my eyes and shook my head "Are you sure? I can always take you home" Houston offered 

I frowned at the thought of Houston and I being apart, what is going on with me? I can't become too attached to him although I want every part of him. 

"Is that what you want ?" I hassle to say causing my voice crack through my sentence, I didn't want him to dismiss me I don't know if I could handle that

Houston squeezed his eyebrows together wrapping his arm around my waist to bring me closer to him "No I want you to stay with me" 

I let out my breath of relief that I hadn't realized I was holding in "Good because I didn't want to go" 

Houston lips turned into a bright smile "Are you growing feelings for me Vally?" he mocked 

I rolled my eyes and doing my best to hold back my smile "Of course not we are still getting to know each other" 

"Oh is that so Vally?" 

Before I could even respond Houstons lips were already on mine and we quickly picked up the same tempo of how our lips were already in sync. I ran my fingers through his soft curls while he placed his always cold hands under my shirt grazing his fingers up and down my back causing chills down my spine. Houston doesn't have to do much to make me want him immediately, but how would that make me seem like if I opened my legs to him after a week of only knowing him? I need to keep myself composed and so I gently pulled away from Houstons lips which were now bright pink and a bit swollen from out intense make out session. 

"You need to stop doing that" Houston said with frustration 

I kept running my fingers through Houstons hair "Doing what?" I tease I know exactly what he was talking about 

"Stopping whatever we start" Houston bit the bottom his lips while he brushed his thumb against the bottom of mine

"I'm sorry" I say placing one last kiss on Houston's lips 

"Houston are you home ?!" I hear a vague women's voice say coming from downstairs 

Houston rolled his eyes "Yes mom I'm coming down !" 

My eyes widen at the fact that I am most likely going to have to face Houston's mom I haven't planned on meeting any of his family members anytime soon.

 "Your mom ?" I whisper 

"Yes my mom and why are you whispering ?" Houston asked 

"I wasn't planning on meeting your mom today let alone your brother I look like crap !" I continue to whisper for some reason I was afraid his mom would hear me even though she was downstairs