Chapter 27—Lip-lock

 

My mom and dad came by to meet at Alex’s house while they wanted to take me with them, Alex denied saying that it is better for me to stay here rather than moving here and there. He is going to take care of me since I got hurt because of him.

At this, my mom made a cute heart at me while my dad, even thought didn’t say much but still looked terribly ill at ease leaving me here. My mom was much better and almost had a story of her own of how I fell.

According to her, we were really doing something unsavory here in the kitchen and fell because of our activities and I got hurt especially bad because I was under him.

I have no idea how all these women have such ideas. Did they do something like this and got hurt the same way?

I looked deeply at my mom and dad and looked at Alexander who as if lost his soul while looking at me.

We both made a face at each other before my mom and dad finally left leaving me and him with tones of advice of how much important self-control is.

“Why do you think they all think we were having sex and I got hurt because of that?” I looked at Alexander and finally decided not to answer the question. There are too many uncertain factors and the idea of them having suffered something same is making my whole-body shiver.

They might have played too hard in their youth…

“Let’s not go down that line.” Alexander looked at me for a second and we both silently agreed.

“You should let me help you apply that Amy.” I suddenly wondered if my staying here with him is okay.

I have to apply spray balm, but my hand isn’t able to reach the bruised part without stretching it and Alex thinks it’s a better idea to let him help with it.

I stayed here because I really didn’t want to make my parents drop their plan of visiting my dad’s parents in such a long time and that too at their invitation. I had work so I couldn’t have gone even if I weren’t injured.

“I don’t think that’s a nice idea.” Alex said as I tried to stretch more just to apply the spray.

“Amy, it’s just a spray, I won’t touch you. Let me?” I looked at him and then at his hand before handing him the spray and allowed him to spray on my words by loosening my shirt a little on my back.

His hand touched my neck to hold the collar a little when he said, “You need not come to office tomorrow, take a day off to recover.”

“No need. It just hurts a little and doctor said it will be fine if I don’t bend or carry heavy stuff around. I’ll go to office with you.” If I stay here alone, I’ll keep thinking about you, I’d rather be busy with work than that.

“You sure? Your back is still swollen.” He said as he put the spray bottle back and sat beside me on the bed.

I reassured him before he agreed and helped me lay down again though his help wasn’t needed.

It was so weird as he started speaking about topics I never cared about before meeting him. His college life and mine, he asked about the trivial things we never cared to know about each other before. Though all we did was talk about trivial topics and everyday stuff, the time seemed to pass way faster.

I told him to lay beside me and held his hand again while we spoke about our friends and people around us. We casually laid close to each other before we were at a distance of a few centimeters.

We were close enough to kiss but smart enough to not.

We kept talking about stupid things but none of us noticed when our hands intertwined, and our body leaned close to each other. A sudden but calm drowsiness overwhelmed me when he wanted to stand but I pulled him back to sleep. Just sleep.

It wasn’t the first time we pulled onto each other and surely won’t be the last. While I laid on my side to not let anything touch my back, he faced towards me and smiled at my haze-filled eyes. His hand caressed my hand and I smiled at him before closing me eyes.

He might have at some point pulled me closer to him or maybe it was me who did but none of that matter because we were so close to each other and yet none of us felt like we shouldn’t be. His breathe hit my forehead and I shuddered when he pulled me closer again and allowed me to feel the warmth he provided.

While we weren’t even looking, we both opened our dazed eyes again and leaned onto each other. His hand touched my cheek and I let my lips touch his.

We weren’t in love nor were we interested in each other, yet it felt so natural and obvious to kiss.

We both don’t know how it is going to change us but for now, it felt like if we stopped kissing, we might just not live anymore. That we might regret not kissing more than anything we have regretted so far. His lips felt rough, but his kiss was slow, it was as if he were testing what I would do. I leaned a little closer just to kiss him more. We didn’t go too far but still probed and tested with touches of our lips.

He was my first kiss, but it was the first time I felt like it doesn’t matter if I love him or not. At this moment, right now, I wanted to kiss him and wanted to feel how it would be if my lips touched his.

When we touched it felt like everything around me exploded, now looking at his eyes and unstable breathing, lulling both of us into something more profound and deep.

I thought back to my dreams where I always wanted to kiss somebody who would be so deep in love that everything would be just right, but it was the first time, that I understood it doesn’t matter if you are in love or not. Every physical impulse isn’t always lust or love, sometimes it’s just a need, a need filled with trust. All it took was a moment to lose my first kiss, but I didn’t regret it as I allowed him to lick my lips more. We probed around here and there, closed our eyes together and leaned into each other.

“Amy…” his voice groaned as he pulled me closer, his hands still careful to not touch my bruised back. His hand fell lower to my bottom but we both knew what our limits were and finally, after kissing a few times more, he just put his head in the crook of my neck before saying “You smell like peppermint…”

What should I smell like after applying a peppermint spray balm…?

“…” I wanted to say something very sarcastic but for this moment, I let myself be quiet.

His hand never moved away from my bottom and mine never left his waist. We were closer than we were ever before, we felt closer than we were ever before. It wasn’t love yet, but it was close for me and maybe for him too…

We slept through the night dreamlessly and our tired mind didn’t let us think for more.

When we will wake up tomorrow, maybe it will be awkward, but I hope it won’t be. I wanted to still be closer to him, to sleep through a night with his comfortable scent. It was weird that I have only slept with him twice but still I can remember his scent and how he always has his hand around me. He felt secure or maybe it’s because we have been spending a lot of time together every day. Maybe it was because we have secrets, just for us to know…

I don’t know but I would hate to lose this companion who was becoming a beloved friend of mine, a little more than just a  friend sometimes.