Second Chances (Mike Fuentes)

Chapter 3- I'm A Christian

Mike's P.OV

I stop as soon as she says the words.

"Wait!" She grabs the hem of her shirt and looks at me.

"I, uh, I'm a virgin."

"That's okay. I mean, who wouldn't want their virginity taken by me?" I joke.

Zeborah's P.O.V

"Who wouldn't want their virginity taken by me?" Mike jokes. I try hard to roll my eyes. Fuckin boys in bands with egos.

"It's just that.." I pause and think. I can't ruin Ezzie's fun.

"I'm a Christian and so like sex before marriage you know.."

"Oh shit yeah dude I get it. Sorry I didn't even think about that. I feel bad now," he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"No no its okay," I assure him, putting my hand on his arm, "I totally get it you're more of a go straight into it guy. So uh, I guess I should go." I go to leave but he stops me.

"No, please, stay. I could use the company," he tells me.

"Oh alright. I just didn't think you'd want me to stay since. Ya know," I say awkwardly. He shrugs and I sit down on the bed next to him. He turns on the TV and puts on American Horror Story.

"Dude I love this show!"

"For real?" He asks. I nod and he just smiles.

"You're a pretty chill girl, Zeb. Can I call you that?

"Sure, I say and put my attention back on the TV screen.

"Hey do you uh.. wow this is awkward to ask but do you mind if we maybe cuddle?" Mike asks me. I look back at him and smile.

"Sure we can. But I don't even know if I can stay the night. I don't have pajamas," I explain.

"You can wear one of my T-Shirts," he tells me. I nod and he tosses me one.

"This is gonna be hella big on me seeing as I'm a shrimp and you're a giant," I laugh as I walk into the bathroom. I take off my clothes leaving me in my underwear then put on Mike's shirt. I walk out and see him in a similar shirt and boxers.

"Come here," he says as he lies down and opens his arms. I lay down beside him and he becomes the big spoon in our cuddling. He reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp. He lowers the television and then wraps both arms around my thin waist.

"Goodnight Zeborah," Mike says, kissing the side of my head.

"Goodnight Mike."