Juliet's POV
I slept soundly until Justin moved. Naturally I asked where he was going and he replied, but there was something very strange about the way he spoke, almost as if he was afraid of me. It was then that I noticed the waistband of Justin's pants had drooped a tad low.
Hormones took over and I hinted my desire over to him. Strangely he gave me some excuse that involved pudding before dashing to the bathroom. I started getting suspicious and used my vampire speed to enter the bathroom behind him.
I put my hands around his waist and he turned around. When he saw me it was almost as if he had seen a ghost. I waited for him to speak but all he could say was my name in an unusually high pitched voice.
I had never seen him that scared before, so I put my hands around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He didn't resist but he did turn his head to one side so all I managed kissing was his cheek. This aroused my suspicions even more.
He led me back to the bedroom and, being the gentleman he is, lifted the covers for me to enter, albeit a tad stiffly. I crawled in and waited for him to come into my arms. Surprisingly all he did was sleep on the opposite side of the bed.
I could not accept this and proceeded to cuddle as close to him as possible, even squeezing one of my legs in-between his, just to tell him that if he wanted some he could get it. I pushed my head into his chest and took a deep breath. Justin's scent had always smelled good to me, a little like apples and cinnamon, but recently everytime I sensed him nearby I started to get wet and I don't mean sweat.
Even now as I cuddled next to him, my mind couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. I'm 2,193 years old for god's sake, it's not like sex is anything new to me. The only thing I couldn't understand was why Justin was finding it so hard to do it.
He was eighteen; every boy I've ever met at eighteen couldn't wait to do it. I guess that's why Justin was different, he wasn't like other boys. But sometimes I wished he were…