New Love

Chapter 6

He had a big house. The kitchen alone was the size of 2 of my bedrooms. It was insane. But it was empty. No one appeared to be home, maybe that's why he brang me inside, he didn't want to be alone. That was cute.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge and if you need to use the bathroom, it's just down there." He pointed to a short hallway to the right with a door at the end of it. I could see partially through the door and the bathroom was just as luxrious as the rest of the house.

"Thanks." I said with a little giggle as if the formalities were a bit much for him, which they were.

He started walking down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, so I followed. We went into a room dimly lit by the sun slightly passing through the curtains. There were posters of my favourite band on the walls and that gave me a hint that this was Noah's room. It had a cozy feeling, the walls were planks of stained oak wood and the floor was carpeted wall to wall with a dark brown shag carpet.

"It's nice." I said.

"Yeah I guess."

"I love them" I say pointing to one of the posters on his wall.

"I have their newest album, you wanna listen to it?" He asked.

"Sure!" I say eager because I haven't heard it yet and I was excited. Also because I was excited to listen to it with Noah.

He put the CD into his player. I watched him do it. That's not creepy. Well maybe a little, but he was sexy doing anything. I thought about the meaning of each song as I sat on his bed and listened. Listened to every word, every melody. Something about these songs made me feel something different. that's what I loved about this band. But today their songs seemed to describe my life down to the minute. It was as if they wrote those songs for me. It described how I felt about Noah.

He was sitting next to me, listening too. He was nodding his head and every once in a while I would catch him glance over at me. I didn't turn and look at him because I didn't wamt him to look away. I wanted him to keep looking at me because I felt that warmth and security when he looked at me. Whenever he looked away, I snuck a glance. We weren't really talking, just listening, looking. I felt something different about him in this moment. It was dfferent from in the car even. I felt so safe and secure sitting there on the edge of his bed with the faint light from the window shining on my back.

I felt him look at me again, but this time I did look back at him. This was the first time I have ever really looked at him before. The first time I have really looked at him, intensly. He really was amazing. He was perfect. From his eyes, blue and hypnotic, to his lips, soft and seductive. His hair was light brown, sleak and dangerously welcoming. As if it was making me want to run my hands through it.

He was close. It wasn't an uncomfortable kind of close, it was nice. I felt at home. Our eyes locked. For a split second I got nervous. I have never been good at romance, I didn't know what to do. What would I say? I dont know. That's the problem.

But then he smiled a bit, which made me feel better. He left my eyes and started at my lips. I wasn't sure what was going through his mind, but it was probably the same thing that was going through mine. Oh God I wanted to kiss him. I watched his lips. I heard his breath. I felt the warmth of his body near mine. I moved a little closer. He did too.

I closed my eyes, hoping that this might be it. I felt his hand touch my leg. A surge of heat ran up into my stomach and gave me butterflies. I bit my lip, and I heard him laugh ever so slightly, almost like a moan. Damn it was hot. I felt our noses brush against each other and his breath on my lips. his breath was minty and thankfully I had a mint in the car before we came in. I felt so eager to kiss him, but I wanted this to be sweet and slow, calm and sensual. I wanted it to be perfect.

I couldn't contain the butterflies wen our lips finally touched. It was like no kiss we had ever shared. It wasn't planned, or over dramatic. It wasn't crazy sexual and it wasn't forced. It was natural and beautiful. I loved every second of it. I gripped the back of his head with my hand and played with his hair. He moved his hand up my leg towards my hip.

I placed my other hand on his shoulder and moved a bit closer. He moved even closer. His lips left mine after a bit and started moving towards my neck. I loved neck kissed. there was someting about them that is undescribable. They gave me a feeling so good I can't even begin to explain.

Without noticing I kind of fell backward, and he followed, now he was on top of me. It was nice. I felt secure. But my legs were still over the edge of the bed so I tried to maneuver myself fully onto the bed, but that just made me grind on him slightly.

Thankfully a good kind of awkward set it. He laughed and so did I. We had stopped kissing for a moment, so I looked at him and smiled. I went in for another kiss, just as his mother walked into the house and shouted "I'M HOME!"