As his hand grazed the bottom of my school shirt, I finally understood what it meant to be intimate without being, well... intimate. He gently covered his mouth with mine. I was once told that there were fireworks when you first kiss someone. They lied. It wasn't that I didn't feel anything because - by God - I did. It was sweet, it was caring and above all, I felt protected in his arms. That was my first kiss. It was wonderful, exhilirating. It made me want him all the more.
Now, we stroll hand in hand. That first kiss was over four months ago. Let me tell you, his taste was - is - addicting, like my own personal drug. As corny as it sounds, it's true.
We come to a halt outside his house. "Come inside," he says gently. I cast a glance over the house and I feel awkward. Behind those curtains are my best friend and a woman who hates me. I chew on my lip. He presses his mouth against mine, just like that time when we first started dating and my heart almost melts. How can I not give into that? As my tongue tangles with his, heat seeps through my body and his taste leaves a sweetness on my tongue when I pull away. "We've got to speak to my mom sometime." Logic doesn't make much sense and neither does the argument that had been on my tongue. I want to kiss him again.
I nod simply and allow him to lead me through the front door. My eyes drift towards the stairs and I swallow. As a child, I had climbed those stairs and banged the door leading to my best friend's bedroom. It feels weird now, to be coming back here with my boyfriend, rather than his sister.
"Lola!" he yells up the stairs. "We've got company!" Within a few moments, Lola appears at the stairs, her hair mussed and her eyes full of sleep. I drop my gaze to a loose thread in my shirt, feeling weird. It may have been four months since my first kiss but it was also four months since Lola had spoken to me without a bitchy attitude. I guess that's what you get when you decide to date your best friend's brother.
The blonde in front of me looks me up and down with the eyes that remind me of her brother's. It makes me feel uncomfortable, considering how much I've gazed into them in the past. "Ophelia," she says slowly. She holds her hand up in a silent wave and I almost wince at the sound of my full name. It is not the fact that I hate my name that bothers me; Lola has always called me Lily. Making a five year old kid write out Ophelia Mae Dimitri was appalling - Lola had thought so too. It was how we'd become friends.
I toss out my blonde curls, almost in an act of defiance as I bring my eyes up to meet hers. She gives me a hint of a smile that reminds me of the good old days and a part of me sees that she respects my defiance. I deflate a little but I keep that same steely look in my eye, telling Lola that I won't back down from this. It's time she got used to it.
"Lola? Dean?" a female voice calls. From behind Lola, there comes a red-headed woman, her glasses perched precariously on her nose. When she sees me, her nose wrinkles a little, like there's a bad smell. I try not to roll my eyes. "Ophelia." Her voice is flat. I clutch Dean's hand a little tighter. He runs his pinky across the back of my fingers, soothing me. I take in a deep breath, awaiting his mother's reply.
"Ms. James," I greet, a small, shy smile flitting across my features. I loosen my hand from Dean's and step forwards. "How have you been?" Ms. James gives me a small smile but it's not one that makes me believe she has given up on her hatred of me. It's almost... cold.
Dean interrupts then, retaking my hand and pulling me up the stairs awkwardly, past Lola and his mother. Nobody says anything but I know for certain that there are daggers shooting from his mother's eyes. I try not to cower as I walk past but it's difficult.
Dean takes me into his bedroom and my heart thumps as he shuts the door behind us. His hands slip to my waist, tugging me towards him with an urgency I've never felt before. I respond immediately, pushing my body into him as his mouth reaches for mine. The kisses are barely there - fast and urgent. A small moan escapes my lips but you can barely hear it as we tumble towards his bed. He drops down and I fall on top of him, my lips moving to the hollow of his throat as his hands graze the end of my checked shirt, his thumb rubbing over my hips.
My breaths come quickly and sharply as I begin to unbutton his shirt with trembling fingers. His hand reaches half way up my thigh. "I love you." And just like that, the urgency disapparates. I stare down at him in shock and my fingers fly to my mouth as I give out a small, choked sob. The sound is barely even human.
Staring down at him, I feel a burning in the pit of my stomach. "I love you too," I whisper. I roll off the top of him, so I'm lying at his side. I clasp his fingers between mine. As we lie in the dim light, at each other's side, I realise the truth in my words.
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And about the relationship between Lily/Lola, it's based on a current friendship between myself and my boyfriend's sister >.< So yeah, it's where I got the idea from. Stay tuned (>.<) and you'll find out everything ^.^
Either way, I really enjoyed this beginning and I'd really like to read more, so if you'd like any reviews on later chapters then PM me or write on my wall. 
And you shouldn't be jealous! I just tend to overthink too-perfect moments way too much, which is why I end up writing it. I like love, I write love xD Actually, I don't like love. I like romance >.<
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