Blair Silver

Part 9: It's Saturday

About noon the next day, I'm lying on my front porch. Literally on the porch, because we don't have any chairs or things out here. I'm under the overhang, though, so I'm blocked from the sun, which is brighter than it should be in November, so the shield is kind of nice.

For the record, no, this is not my choice of lounging spot. My parents decided I wasn't allowed to lounge around inside all day due to the 'nice weather' (translation: sun will be extra bright today. Why is this considered nice? I don't know). Therefore, I have been banished outside, but since I have no interest in going anywhere, I'm sticking to the shady porch, even though it's kind of chilly.

I have my earbuds in for the sake of not looking like I'm just straight up protesting, but my phone isn't playing any music. All I'm doing- all I feel like I can do- is close my eyes and replay the kiss with Blair Silver from last night over and over in my head.

This seems to be enough to occupy me, because I don't hear the approaching footsteps before I feel a disturbance in my headphone cords and hear the voice of a person.

"What do you know, this is my favourite song."

I open my eyes and look up. Blair Silver is holding my phone, raising an eyebrow at me. I sit up and blush a little since I know my phone isn't playing anything and that probably makes me look weird. "What are you doing here? I mean- no, of course I'm not mad, but like, why are you at my house? Not that I'm not happy to see you- wait, not that I'm like, too happy, I'm totally chill and casual and-"

Before I can finish my sentence, he's put his foot on the steps to the porch and he's resting his elbow on his knee and he's holding my chin in his hand and our faces are so close again and I'm completely forgetting to breathe. "May I kiss you?"

I think I accidentally let out a small whimper as I stare at his lips and nod. He doesn't seem to mind, because he leans in to kiss me anyways and it's just as good as last night, if not even better because this time I don't have to worry about keeping myself upright, plus I've been desperately thinking about it constantly since the moment it happened and now it's happening again.

I gasp into his mouth and mindlessly reach up with both hands to cup his cheeks and hold him there. He doesn't seem to have any intention of moving, though, because he just keeps kissing me and kissing me and kissing me. And, oh goodness, it only keeps feeling better and better. It's like he's filling me up with tingles and electricity and warmth from the inside out.

It's only when I go limp enough from complete and utter pleasure that I let my hands drop from his face, and he stops kissing me. I fight the urge to follow his face as he moves away, leaving me panting a little. I just stare at him for a moment, before my mouth opens and words come out of it without me actually authorizing any of it.

"It's Saturday."

The corner of his mouth quirks up a little.

"I- I thought- when you said you'd see me tomorrow- which is today, now- I thought you meant at school, but it's Saturday. So I don't have school. So..."

He looks like he's trying not to smile, now. It makes his dimples even more prominent.

"What are you doing here?"

"Kissing you."

I can feel my entire face go completely red. "Y-yeah, but... is that all? Not that that's not good enough, that's definitely good enough, and I'm definitely not complaining at all, but... is there anything else? Or... are you going now?"

He lets his hand rest on my cheek, his fingertips grazing my temple as his thumb moves in gentle, tingling circles over my skin. My eyes close as I lean into his touch, craving it. I feel his lips against my forehead a moment later and almost cry at his tenderness as he whispers, "Not unless you want me to."