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We eventually made it up to his room and he started the movie. I kicked off my shoes and sweater, crawling under his covers with him. I rested my head against his chest as his fingers played with my hair absentmindedly. We'd hit a new dynamic in our relationship, and I was kind of waiting for the other boot to fall. Just as I thought that, my vision went black and white.
"Enoch, I'm about to have a vision," I forced out, sitting up straight and clutching his hand in mine tightly. "Just a heads up."
He moved up with me and wrapped an arm around my waist while the other ran through my hair soothingly. "It's okay, just be an asshole to it and it'll go away. You're really good at being an asshole, I know from experience."
I would've responded with a witty retort, but the stars of my vision had already appeared. It was a man and he was chasing a woman with a gun held in his hands. The woman stumbled a couple times as she ran from him, but recovered and kept running. I was watching her so intensely, it scared the hell out of me when the gun went off and her face exploded as the bullet went through the back of her head and out the front.
I buried my face in Enoch's chest as soon as my visions went back to normal and broken sobs poured out of my lips. The visions were never that gory and explicit. I've seen a bunch heinous things, but they were never this close up and almost always the person was facing away from me when they were stabbed/shot. I was so grateful I wasn't alone, I don't think I could've recovered from that by myself.
He didn't seem to know how to comfort me exactly so he just rubbed my back and said whatever ran through his head. "I don't know why you screamed, but I imagine it was awful. Uhm, it's not real. The only scary thing in this room is how bad I am at comforting you without unintentionally being an ass."
That made a wet laugh leave my lips as my tears slowed. I sat up straighter and tried to breathe normally, avoiding closing my eyes so I didn't see the woman's head explode again. There was so much blood and nasty things I would see in my dreams possibly for the rest of my life. I knew he wanted me to talk about what I'd seen, but I couldn't imagine relaying it back to him. I didn't want anyone else to have to deal with what I'd witnessed.
"Can we just watch the movie? I don't want to talk about it," I told him, my voice shaky and rough.
"It's not good to keep it all bottled up, tell me about it anyway," he pressed, refusing to let the topic drop. "Come on, out with it."
"I just said I don't want to talk about it and I don't," I replied, my voice stronger as annoyance colored it. "Why can't that just be it?"
"Why are you so stubborn? It's not like I haven't see worse," he kept on. "My parents are undertakers and I reanimate dead people. That's pretty brutal."
He was right, if anyone would understand what I saw it would be him. I just didn't like him continuously pushing me even though I already said I didn't want to talk about it. Even if he had good intentions, his insistence rubbed me the wrong way.
"It was terrible and I seriously don't want to relive it right now. I just want to lay here with you and think about anything other than what I just saw. Can we please do that?" I asked, moving to sit in front of him instead of beside him so I could see his face.
I could tell he didn't want to let it slid so I needed to do a little convincing. I moved up onto my knees and maneuvered myself onto his lap, draping my arms around his neck. Then I leaned forward and started kissing his jaw and moving down his neck. They were slow, sensual kisses I knew would make him putty in my hands within seconds. Just for good measure, I grazed my teeth over his pulse point and felt his resolve crumble as he reached out for my hips.
"Hardly fair, using your feminine wiles on me to get what you want," he teased, but his words lacked their usual bite.
"I could always stop…" I trailed off, sitting up straight and making moves to sit back on the bed instead of on his thighs.
Instead of responding to that, he tightened his grip on my hips and pulled me closer to his chest. Then he took his turn kissing my neck with me tilting my head back the second he sucked on a really good spot. Needless to say, he left his mark and I was happy it was Saturday so I didn't have to cover it up.
With one hand I held onto his hair and the other I dug my nails into his bicep, holding impossibly tighter whenever he did something I really liked. I'd always assumed Enoch didn't get much attention from girls, but I was very wrong. He was way too good at this to not have had some experience under his belt. Jealousy sparked at the insinuation and he knew immediately, pulling back to look at me with a dazed expression.
"Is it another vision?" he asked. When I shook my head, he smirked and said, "Oh, so I've just blown your mind. Can't say I'm surprised."
I could've just let it go at that, but I have one of those expressive faces and Enoch could see right through me. "It's going to be stupid and you're going to make fun of me so I don't want to say it."
"Ivy, darling, I'm going to make fun of you regardless," he teased, brushing my hair out of my face.
That was the truth so I figured I might as well continue on with our theme of honesty tonight. "I was thinking about how good of a kisser you were and how much practice you must've had and I got jealous. Go ahead and make fun of me, I know you're practically bursting with biting remarks."
Instead of speaking, he laughed nervously and ran a hand over his hair. "If you'd have told me this time last semester that I'd make Ivy Richardson jealous, I'd have thought you were mad."
I looked at his face to see if he was messing with me and saw that he was being totally open. "So, you're going to miss this perfect time to tease me? Who are you and what have you done with Enoch O'Connor?"
"Look, I'm trying to be nice here," he sighed, the almost-always present frustration taking root in his voice again. "I haven't hooked up with many girls, allow me to be happy with how impressed you were with my kissing skills."
I wrapped my arms back around him and moved up to rest my body against his. His hands held my waist as he pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of my head. I hummed in contentment, kissing his throat in response as we settled back down to watch the movie together.
The movie ended around one in the morning and his parents still weren't home. Apparently, this was common when they had to host a funeral. The credits were rolling when he turned to look at me with only the light from the TV to see me by –he'd turned off his lamp a while ago.
"In case you don't already know, you're so gorgeous it's unfair," he whispered, his eyes big and adoring as he looked at me. "I've always thought so."
I felt my entire face flush at his words. I've been called pretty by my fair share of guys, but it never made me feel like this. I knew he wouldn't compliment me if it wasn't one hundred percent genuine, and I think that's why it made so much warmth blossom in my stomach.
I laughed and shook my head, "I can't believe we're doing this. The two of us are always at each other's throats and now we're just talking about how pretty each other is."
"Actually, I don't think you told me quite how pretty I am just yet," he teased. "Please feel free to tell me all about it in great detail though."
"Well, your eyes are kind of my favorite thing. They're so warm and expressive," I explained, deciding to tell him everything I liked instead of making him take the piss. "And your hair is so soft, I love running my fingers through it. I also really like your smile, even when it's that snarky smirk I get so often."
His cheeks were pink and he was avoiding my eyes in the low light. Then he smiled with his teeth this time, the first time I'd ever seen him do it actually. I guess no one ever told him he was attractive or pointed out the best parts of his appearance.
"I'm never going to let you live that down, you know?" he told me after he recovered. "You think I'm gorgeous."
I rolled my eyes and maneuvered myself out of his embrace. "It's late, I should probably head home. My parents might check on me and realize I'm not in bed or Elliot might freak out if he can't find me if he has a nightmare."
He yawned and rolled out of his bed, watching me as I put on my booties. Then he picked up my cardigan and held it up so I could slid my arms inside. After I was dressed again, we walked downstairs and he put shoes on so he could walk me out to my car.
Once I was inside, I rolled the window down and he leaned inside to kiss me again. It wasn't as intense as the ones we shared earlier, this one was soft and quick. Then he did it a couple more times, making me laugh before he moved back.
"Text me when you get home so I know you didn't do something stupid and crash your car," he told me.
"You're too nice to me, sweetheart," I teased, winking as I rolled up the window and put on my seatbelt.
I pulled out of his driveway and headed back to my house, the smile on my lips staying there even when I tried to stop it. My parents' car was in the driveway and all the lights in the house were off, so I should be okay to sneak back in. I'd done it more than a couple times during my high school career and never been caught.
I got inside easily and made it up to my room without alerting anyone. I checked on Elliot and found him passed on his bed with a book resting beside him. I put his bookmark inside it and placed it on his nightstand, taking off his glasses and putting them on top of it. I kissed his forehead and tucked him in, then I went to my room.
As I lay in my bed going to sleep, I thought about everything that happened tonight. I never imagined Enoch and I would end up making out for most of the night. I had a clue that he had feelings for me and that I might have them in return, but I never thought the two of us would act on them.
The next morning I called Alyssa and told her all about what happened. Just like I expected, she pulled into my house ten minutes later and rushed up to my room –still in her pajamas. I told her everything, not leaving out a single detail. She squealed and gripped my hands, her excitement contagious and spreading to me.
"I can't believe you guys made out! And he was good at it!" she exclaimed after I finished telling my story. "I've never even seen him with a girl other than the ones he sits with at lunch."
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Well, I got insanely jealous when I realized he was a good kisser and told him about it."
"You did NOT! What did he say?" she asked.
"He said something to the extent of he couldn't believe he'd made me jealous," I answered. "And he admitted to me that he's had a thing for me for the past three years but thought I was out of his league basically."
"I can't imagine Enoch doing any of these things. He's so reserved and odd, not much of a talker," she replied, flopping backward on my bed.
"He is usually, he only opens up with me on occasion," I told her. "But it's kind of my favorite thing when I see him like that."
Then she brushed my hair over my shoulder and gasped. "Ivy Richardson! You have a hickey!"
I knew my face was flaming as I hid it in my hands –I'd forgot about Enoch kissing on my neck. "Hush, it's Sunday. I don't have to worry about it until tomorrow morning."
The two of us kept gossiping and talking about me and Enoch for the rest of the day. I can't even tell you how much of a relief it was to not have to be afraid of what my "friends" think of our relationship. Alyssa was super supportive of it and thinks we're perfect for each other. It just goes to prove that the best friends aren't necessarily the ones who've been there the longest.
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