Think Again

"It's simple. It's affection."

Chapter 14: “It’s simple. It’s affection.” 

“Love is torture, love is pain. Love is vital, love’s insane.”

No one knows that my birthday is tomorrow and although I wanted everyone to know, I won’t make a big deal out of it. For the record, I do want a surprise party but I can’t risk people knowing how desperate I really am. Though, I will tell Chris, just because.

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t know his own girlfriend’s birthday, right? It might just ruin his reputation for him and we both don’t want that.

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After school at Chris’ house (2:00 pm)

I step into his colossal home, still not quite used to it. It seems too huge for only two people at home. Of course, his maids are home too but that’s besides the point. 

We are in his library (yes, he has a library in his house) studying. This is where I ought to be, I think. I just love the serenity and the knowledge all packed up in here. It is quite the two-in-one experience, to be frank.

“When is your birthday, Chris?” I ask him, actually curious to know. It isn’t until then that I realize I know so little of him, really. 

He stops reading whatever it is that he was reading and his head whips up to look at me. He smiles a boyishly shy grin. 

“Next year.” He says, cheekily. 

I raise my brow, wondering if he’s actually serious with this.

“Chris, for real. When is it?” I can’t help it, I laugh.

He pulls my arm so I’m sitting on his lap. And in that moment, I completely forget that my cow sized body is sitting on him.

He cradles me in his arms and nibbles at my neck. I squeal because it tickles but he doesn’t seem to bother as he continues to possibly rape my neck.

“16th November, sweetheart,” I turn to look at him, “Why the sudden interest?” 

My eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, contemplating whether I should kiss him or not. I think he gets the message because he leans down, capturing my lips in his.

Over the months, I have gotten pretty good at this.

I detach our lips for a moment, “I want to know more about you.” I say on his lips and kiss him once more. 

He tries to pull away but I act quickly, tugging at his bottom lip. He gives me the reaction I was aiming for, licking my bottom lips, silently asking for entrance.

I open my mouth, giving him access. The tip of his tongue collides with mine and a low groan ripples from his throat. I smile into the kiss, knowing that our study session is over.

I shift in his lap and his hands find my hips, lifting me so my legs were on either side of him. I get a better angle this way. I wrap one arm around his neck and guide my other hand down his chest, pulling his shirt with it.

His lifts up my shirt a little and rests his hands on my bare hips.

I moan in his mouth and press myself closer to him.

He then takes his lips off mine and I take the opportunity to kiss down his jaw.

“Ana,” he gasps, “When is your birthday?”