A - Mike

Ambrosia - Something with an especially delicious flavour or fragrance.

Tina isn't my first girlfriend. I mean, I'm not a player, or a man whore like Puck, but I'm not a dating virgin. But Tina, she's the first in so many ways. She's the first girl that I get sick when I think of a day without her. She's the first girl that makes me get red when she crosses my mind. She's the first girl that I said "I love you to." Well, besides my mom, but that's totally different. Tina Cohen-Chang is different.

She smells so good. I love it when she lies on my chest, close enough for me to smell her hair. It might sound creepy, but I love it. I'm not sure what shampoo she uses, or what other products she has, but whatever they are…they're amazing.

I love going home after we've hung out together. I smell like her. It's almost a shame when I have to wash my clothes after, but I know that tomorrow my clothes will smell exactly the same.

I pulled up to her house and put my car into park. Her parents weren't home, but it wasn't like it really mattered. They liked me and considered me a "good Asian boy" which I am, for the most part. I knocked as I opened the door, the way I normally did. I started doing that after a couple of months of dating, since I spent the majority of my time over here.

Tina was sitting on the couch, her feet up, flipping the channels on the TV. She turned and smiled at me.

"Hey, how was practice?"

I rolled my eyes and sat beside her. "Long, tiring, sweaty."

She grinned. Most people saw Tina as a sweet and innocent little girl, but she's not. She has a devious side that she rarely showed. But I saw it, a lot. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake.

"Sounds like our nights."

I felt my face go red, and I internally cursed my Asian genes. She giggled, her dimple showing in her face.

"Do you want something to drink?" She asked sweetly, grinning at me.

"S-Sure." I swallowed hard watching her hop off the couch. She was wearing a black tank top with a pair of jeans and a bright belt. Honestly, no matter what she wore, she looked hot.

"Hey…stop staring." She handed me a glass of lemonade and sat down on the arm of the chair.

I couldn't help but watch as drank hers. The way her slender neck swallowed the liquid, the way her pink tongue slid out and licked her lips. Suddenly I was feeling very hot.

"Mike…"

The cold lemonade did nothing but make me choke.

An amused look crossed her face and she fought back a laugh. "Serves you right." She muttered, taking another swallow of her drink.

"Jerk." I muttered reaching for caramel popcorn on the table. I had just finished my handful when I felt Tina's hand on mine. Her eyes twinkled mischievously and pulled my index finger into her mouth. I groaned instinctively as her mouth closed around my digit. She finally released it and gave me a smirk.

"Tastes better that way." She replied sliding down to her original seat.

I had to breathe hard through my nose to calm myself. Tina Cohen-Chang could drive me insane with just a look, but doing something like that was a one way ticket to the funny farm.

She grinned up at me, resuming her original position with her feet up on the other side of the couch. I sighed and slid down beside her. I wedged myself in between the armrest and her body, pulling her onto my lap. She didn't put up a fight, and soon we were both engrossed in what was on TV. She didn't object when I started to draw patterns on her stomach under her shirt.

The credits for whatever we were watching rolled, and she shifted in my arms. I could smell her, I could feel her body heat next to mine. I moved so that we were facing each other.

Her eyes were no longer gleaming with mischievousness, but with something else. Passion maybe. Trust, most definitely. Something else that I wasn't sure of, but whatever it was, it looked good on her.

Our lips met, resuming a dance they knew through constant practice. I ran my hands through her hair, knowing full well that if I go out with the guys tonight they're going to make fun of me for smelling like Tina. I don't care.

Her skin is the colour of the sweetest cream, and it tastes like it too. I ran my lips over her collar bone, sucking gently on the pulse point. She wrapped her legs around me and gently ran her fingers over my back. I was getting better at dealing with her pesky bra clasps, even she said so. That is, unless she's wearing one of those front clasp bras. I think she only wears those to watch me struggle. Her bra came off with a flick of the wrist and I could feel her smile against me.

"Nice work." She snickered into my neck.

I chose to ignore that comment, I had other, more pressing, things that required my attention. She arched against me, and it was my turn to snicker, attaching my lips back to her neck. I could feel hers against mine.

The lack of oxygen made us separate. I pressed my forehead against hers, listening to her quick breathing, feeling her heart beat against me.

"I can't get enough."

She raised an eyebrow and gave me a quizzical look. "Enough?"

"Of you." I sighed and pulled her close. "You know that book that we were reading in English?"

"Which one?"

"The one about Ancient Rome and Greece."

She nodded. "Yeah."

"You taste like that."

This time a giggle escaped her lips. "Like an old book?"

I caught her lips with mine, before pulling back. "No. Ambrosia."

It was her turn to blush. Maybe I was getting better at this.