right there in the middle of the hallway. She smiled as she pulled back.
The bell rang and I looked up. We had to get to class. “Uh, about the running away thing…”
Hayley laughed. “See you at lunch,” she said and gave me a quick kiss before hurrying down the hall.
***
We went on a few more dates, and I even went to her house to meet her parents. We had dinner together, and it was sort of awkward and nice at the same time. They seemed to be okay with me, and they were grateful to me for sticking up for Casey.
A few days after that, I took Hayley up to my apartment and gave her a brief tour. I introduced her to Mew-Mew, and he purred and was generally cute for her benefit. She liked cats, which was good. If she didn’t, that would have been a deal breaker.
“Wow, this is cool.” She reached out toward Animus.
“Don’t!”
She froze and gave me a confused look.
“It’s… fragile and I don’t want anyone touching it.” I didn’t know what might happen if she touched my sword, and I didn’t want risk something bad happening.
“Oh, okay.” She lowered her hand. Looking at the wall again her gaze settled on the spell scroll. “What’s this?”
I searched for something and decided I didn’t want to lie. “It’s a protection spell, to keep the apartment safe.”
“From what?”
“Evil.” I shrugged.
“Are you superstitious?”
“A little.” I guess you could call it that, although I didn’t believe in supernatural forces, I knew they were real.
“Huh.” She turned away and went into the kitchen. I showed her the small space, although there wasn’t much to see. Then we went down the tiny hall and I pointed at the bathroom before stepping into my bedroom.
“And here’s my bedroom.” I waved my hand at it.
“It’s a little messy.”
“Then maybe I shouldn’t admit I cleaned it before you came over.” The bed was made, and most of my clothes were put away.
Hayley laughed. “Boys.” She kissed me, gentle at first, but it quickly became something more. Her tongue slid between my lips and I groaned. Making out with Hayley was one of my most favorite things, ever.
Slowly, she tugged me toward the bed. We lay side by side, still kissing, her fingers running through my hair. I finally came up for air.
“I have a beautiful girl in my bed.” I smiled, my head pleasantly fuzzy.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly swollen. Fingers skimmed along the waistband of my jeans where my shirt had ridden up.
Oh, shit. Was she serious or just teasing? I got my answer when her hand slipped into my pants.
“Hayley!” I squeaked and jerked away, almost falling off the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Her cheeks flushed. “Don’t you want to?”
Son of a bitch. How much did I want to admit? How much could I tell her without sounding weird? “I do, but not now.”
“Why not? Don’t you want me?” She wasn’t the type to be dramatic or manipulative. That was real vulnerability.
Well, fuck. I sat up. “I do want you, but it’s too soon.” Sex was a complicated subject for me.
“You want to wait?” She frowned, then her eyebrows went up. “Oh, crap. Are you one of those wait-until-marriage types?”
“No.” That was Jehovah’s rule, and I wasn’t going to follow it. At the same time, I wasn’t going to make my father happy by fucking just because it felt good. After a lot of debate, I’d decided on a middle ground that wouldn’t make either one of them happy. “I want to wait for love.” It sounded so fucking stupid coming out of my mouth I wanted to smack myself.
“Oh.” She looked down at the rumpled bed cover.
“I know it sounds sappy as hell, but I want it to mean something.”
“Oh,” she repeated, keeping her head down. After a long pause, she said, “I’m not a virgin.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“You don’t think I’m a slut or anything, do you?”
“What? Fuck no,” I
The bell rang and I looked up. We had to get to class. “Uh, about the running away thing…”
Hayley laughed. “See you at lunch,” she said and gave me a quick kiss before hurrying down the hall.
***
We went on a few more dates, and I even went to her house to meet her parents. We had dinner together, and it was sort of awkward and nice at the same time. They seemed to be okay with me, and they were grateful to me for sticking up for Casey.
A few days after that, I took Hayley up to my apartment and gave her a brief tour. I introduced her to Mew-Mew, and he purred and was generally cute for her benefit. She liked cats, which was good. If she didn’t, that would have been a deal breaker.
“Wow, this is cool.” She reached out toward Animus.
“Don’t!”
She froze and gave me a confused look.
“It’s… fragile and I don’t want anyone touching it.” I didn’t know what might happen if she touched my sword, and I didn’t want risk something bad happening.
“Oh, okay.” She lowered her hand. Looking at the wall again her gaze settled on the spell scroll. “What’s this?”
I searched for something and decided I didn’t want to lie. “It’s a protection spell, to keep the apartment safe.”
“From what?”
“Evil.” I shrugged.
“Are you superstitious?”
“A little.” I guess you could call it that, although I didn’t believe in supernatural forces, I knew they were real.
“Huh.” She turned away and went into the kitchen. I showed her the small space, although there wasn’t much to see. Then we went down the tiny hall and I pointed at the bathroom before stepping into my bedroom.
“And here’s my bedroom.” I waved my hand at it.
“It’s a little messy.”
“Then maybe I shouldn’t admit I cleaned it before you came over.” The bed was made, and most of my clothes were put away.
Hayley laughed. “Boys.” She kissed me, gentle at first, but it quickly became something more. Her tongue slid between my lips and I groaned. Making out with Hayley was one of my most favorite things, ever.
Slowly, she tugged me toward the bed. We lay side by side, still kissing, her fingers running through my hair. I finally came up for air.
“I have a beautiful girl in my bed.” I smiled, my head pleasantly fuzzy.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly swollen. Fingers skimmed along the waistband of my jeans where my shirt had ridden up.
Oh, shit. Was she serious or just teasing? I got my answer when her hand slipped into my pants.
“Hayley!” I squeaked and jerked away, almost falling off the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Her cheeks flushed. “Don’t you want to?”
Son of a bitch. How much did I want to admit? How much could I tell her without sounding weird? “I do, but not now.”
“Why not? Don’t you want me?” She wasn’t the type to be dramatic or manipulative. That was real vulnerability.
Well, fuck. I sat up. “I do want you, but it’s too soon.” Sex was a complicated subject for me.
“You want to wait?” She frowned, then her eyebrows went up. “Oh, crap. Are you one of those wait-until-marriage types?”
“No.” That was Jehovah’s rule, and I wasn’t going to follow it. At the same time, I wasn’t going to make my father happy by fucking just because it felt good. After a lot of debate, I’d decided on a middle ground that wouldn’t make either one of them happy. “I want to wait for love.” It sounded so fucking stupid coming out of my mouth I wanted to smack myself.
“Oh.” She looked down at the rumpled bed cover.
“I know it sounds sappy as hell, but I want it to mean something.”
“Oh,” she repeated, keeping her head down. After a long pause, she said, “I’m not a virgin.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“You don’t think I’m a slut or anything, do you?”
“What? Fuck no,” I
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