Sinbound

Nine

"Why did you do that?" I asked Aiden.

"Just felt like it." He shrugged.

"That's your answer? 'just felt like it'?"

"Yes, what else do you want me to say?"

"That was my first actual kiss and you're just going to leave after saying 'just felt like it'?" I asked but then I realised I was probably overreacting. "You know what, it's fine. Good night." I told him and walked away to my room.

I sat on my bed and my thoughts attacked me all at once.

Maybe he was just expecting you to sleep with him or maybe he actually likes you. What if he doesn't actually like you and that kiss is giving you that mushy feeling but he doesn't feel that at all? Wait, he didn't want you in the house a couple days ago and now he kisses you, he definitely just wants to get in your pants.

There was a knock on the door which interrupted my thoughts. I got up and walked to the door.

At the back of my mind, I wanted him to come talk to me but a part of me just didn't expected him to do so. I swung the door open and he stood there, now fully clothed instead of being shirtless.

"Did you really mean that? It was your first kiss?" He asked.

"I have been kissed before but it was always without my consent or liking. I was forced into it, but this one was an actual kiss." I said and looked away. "Look, it's nothing. You don't have to act like you actually like me. It was one kiss, we can forget about it and never talk about it again."

"But I want to talk about it again. I kissed you because I like you." he said and stepped closer.

"Really?" I looked up. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach but in the very back of my head, I felt weird, like I shouldn't actually give in. But, I pushed it away.

"Really, really." he smiled.

"Okay." I said. "Shouldn't you be asleep? You have work in the morning, right?"

"It's Saturday, I don't have work." He explained.

"Okay." I said. "I sh-"

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked all of a sudden. "If you can't sleep, that is."

"Sure." I said, even though I was very tired and sleepy.

"Okay then, I have a TV in my room. Are you okay with that?" He asked and the first thought in my mind was to say no and go to sleep, I didn't really feel like being alone with him in his room.

"I should be asking you that question. You lashed out the last time I was in your room." I smirked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I've been an asshole to you all this time." He said.

"Yes, you have." I agreed. "But I am giving you a chance to prove that you are not a complete asshole." I smiled.

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We walked into his room. It was very neat, not a single particle of dirt, nothing smelled, his clothes were neatly piled up and kept on a table in the corner. It did not look like a boy's room, maybe I shouldn't generalise but I know Mike's room is a rat's hole.

"How is your room so clean?" I asked.

"I just like it this way. I flip out when something isn't in its place."

"I know." I said.

"You can sit on the bed, you know. I won't scold you for the creases."

"Alright." I chuckled quietly.