It's complicated

11:

I woke up and realised that I had not slept at home. Shit, Xavier was sound a sleep. Damnit.

"Xavier wake up. Please, I have to get home. My mother's gonna ground me for the rest of who knows how long."

"Claire, love what's wrong?"

"I slept over. I have to leave. My mother's waiting for me."

"Claire calm down its like six in the morning."

"Can we just leave please?"

"Not now, I'm tired Claire. Can't we just sleep for at least one more hour?"

"If you won't get up then I'm leaving."

I got up grabbed my belongings and left. I was gonna walk if I had to.

So I did and let's just say I was relieved to see the house and that my mother wasn't there yet.

I ran inside and went to shower. After finishing in the shower I put on some music.

I was so busy dancing in my underwear that I didn't even realise Xavier was standing in the door frame.

Soon he was behind me. He had his hands on hips. My body was swaying to the music. And so was his.

"You really scarred the shit out of me."

"Shouldn't leave you door open then."

"What are you doing here?"

"Came to check on you since you walked home. You know if I wasn't tired I would of kicked your ass. You could of gotten yourself killed."

"But lucky for me I know how to be safe and I'm alive."

I turned around and faced him. A slow dance song started playing and his hands instantly rested on my ass.

"You really have a nice ass Claire Bennett."

"What did you just say?"

"I said you have a nice ass."

"Well that was unexpected."

"Not really. If you think about it you told me I had a cute ass before I even mentioned your ass."

"Whatever Xavier."

"I think you should dress."

"Why? Don't you like dancing with me?"

He leaned down and whispered.

"I like dancing with you but you being alone with me in nothing but your underwear. Well that's driving me insane."

"Well then I shall continue doing what I'm doing."

"Your really something different Claire."

He let go of me and sat on my bed while I was dressing. I could see his eyes on me the whole time.

"Do you mind?"

"What, I'm not doing anything wrong am I?"

"You can stop staring at me now."

I wanted to put on my shirt but decided to tease him. I walked past him downstairs.  I put the kettle on and made some coffee.

He sat down on the couch and turned on the television. If your wondering why he did that I motioned for him to do it.

I put the coffee on the table and straddled him.

"Claire love you gotta stop looking so damn fine."

"Do I hear you complaining?"

"No but I think you gotta put on a..."

I kissed his neck to shut him up. How was I so good at all of this? I mean I've never even had a boyfriend before.