
I tried to squirm out of those arms, but all I succeeded at was kicking my pajama pants off. “Brilliant!” I hissed. A gasp escaped my throat as the arms pulled me closer to the wall. Slowly, I managed to turn around in that vise, only to find myself staring at Steven’s face less than a centimeter away.
“Oh, my God…” I murmured. I put my hands on his chest and slowly inched away. Steven’s eyes flickered open. A smile curved his lips upward as he saw my face, bubbling over in a chuckle as I resumed my escape to get away from his grasp.
“Why are you so uptight about you and me in the same bed together?” Steven’s smile was fading now. I gave up the escape, telling him, “My friends. They are kind of…eh?”
“Oh.” Clearly Steven had gotten the message. The smile was reassuring now, “I don’t like you in that way. Don’t worry; we won’t end up being in bed for the last five days.”
“Steven!” my hand hit his chest. He only laughed, pulling me to his chest. His smell of musk, sweat and deodorant mingled together in my nostrils. I couldn’t help putting my arms around him too. It felt so nice, so comforting…
“I haveta take shower,” I mumbled against his shirt a few moments later. Steven let go of me and I climbed out of bed.
No,” Steven shook his head almost sadly. But he had no idea how wrong he was going to be.
“Steven!” my hand hit his chest. He only laughed, pulling me to his chest.
“Sounds good! And then maybe a bite of lunch around…1,”
“So, I think that you and I can be a couple easily if there’s only 6 years’ difference!”
“6 is a lot,” I confessed. “And besides, we’re not really going to be a couple, right?”