"I'm sorry," said Mickey, waiting on the balcony.
His hands were behind his back, a nervous grin on his lips. I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.
"It's hard to stay mad at you," I whispered.
He placed his hand on my back, as he moved his fingers down my spine. He pulled me closer as I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me inside.
"I'm really really really sorry," he said again and again.
My head was on his lap, my eyes staring into his. I placed a finger on his lips.
"I get it," I whispered.
I stood up on my knees, turning to face him. I smiled at him, my hands grabbing him from the collar on his jacket. I pulled him close, until I fell onto the pillows, as he supported his weight on his hands around me. I took of his coat revealing a loose-fitting navy blue v-neck. He leaned down and kissed me gently, but I pulled him closer, kissing him with force. When we both pulled back, he looked amused. I bit my lip, trying not to look embarrassed.
My fingers slid under his shirt, as I felt his lean sculpted body until I felt his heart beating against the tip of my fingers. I realized I was having one of those awkward moments again, when I get fascinated by anything I touch.
"Shit, Mel," he said smiling, "this is the second time you're doing that."
"Doing what?" I asked still touching him.
I followed his gaze. He was looking at my hands under his shirt, my fingertips visible thorugh his v-neck.
"Sorry," I said, quickly sliding my hand off his chest.
He smiled again, tucking a loose strand of auburn hair behind my ear. His fingers snaked down underneath me and into my shirt. He trailed them up my spine until he found the latch to my bra. And he unhooked it, a smile forming on my lips. He then bent down and kissed the side of my neck and then my lips.
"I thought we were gonna talk," I whispered once he had pulled away.
He raised his eyebrows, smiling. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we both stood up on our knees. My mom called me in that moment. I groaned as I slid my hands up the back of my shirt and hooked my bra.
"Not now," I whispered
I headed downstairs to see what my mom wanted. After that I headed back upstairs. Mickey scooped me up in his arms and placed me on the bed.
"Close the door!" I whispered, smiling.
"Right," he said shutting the door softly.
He then came back onto the bed and kissed my collar bone. His warm lips made my skin tingle. Our feet rubbed together and my heart was pounding with anxiety.
"Should we do this?" he asked.
I shrugged, wishing it would just happen without going through the awkward phase. Like that was possible. He laid down beside me and sighed.
"Awkward," I gasped out, my hands under my head.
"So close," he said looking at me.
He shook his head, wrappin an arm around me, pulling me closer to his body.
"We should wait," we both said together.
We laguhed. Then an awkward silence. Usually, it wasn't like this. We would talk for hours, laughing and fake crying. Or we would just make-out. But this time were so close. So close to taking the next step. But we decided not to. Now, we were trapped in a deadly silence.
"What time is it?" Mickey finally asked.
I looked at me alarm clock.
"Exactly 7:33," I said, "why? Do you have to leave?"
I hated how my voice sounded desperate. He smiled, shaking his head. A flood of relief poured through me.
"Now what?" he asked.
I looked at him, wishing he would just continue what he was doing before. I didn't want to make the first move. I do not seduce guys. After all, I'm not Dracula. I shrugged, sitting up. He smiled, sitting up, and wrapping his arm around me. He placed his lips on my neck. I turned my head and our lips meet. Pretty soon, I'm on my knees. He was off the bed standing, our lips still touching. I fall back on the bed, my fingers twisted in his black hair. His fingers danced their way up my shirt. As he unlatches my bra, he lets go, and staggers back.
"We can't," he gasps.
His eyes are serious, his expression as well. I look down at myself, my shorts riding up my slender thighs, my bra still unlatched. I was fidgeting with my thumbs.
"I know," I finally say, still looking down.
He comes toward me and lifts my head up and smiles. I smiled, lift the back of my shirt, and latch my bra. I fixed myself. And I sigh as he kisses me.
"Did I hurt your feelings?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Believe me," he said, "I want to. But we're still young. And I don't think we're ready yet. I really want to. I think we should wait."
I agree with him. He kisses my forehead and says good-bye.