Chapter 7:

We watched Burlesque while laughing and mostly covering each other's eyes.

"Are you still dancing?" He suddenly put on a serious face, switching the light mood to a heavy one.

"Oh, no, I stopped," My dad hated that I stopped two years ago. I will say it helped me cope with my emotions but it reminded me of Felix. Felix would come to every recital. Sometimes he came to the rehearsals. He and my dad were my number one supporters.

He just sat there looking at me with those glowing green eyes. He looked disappointed.

"Why did you do that?"

I paused before answering, mainly because I wasn't certain what my answer was. I stopped originally because it reminded me of Felix, but even then it did more good than bad.

The best I could respond was with an indifferent shrug.

"Lanie, Consider reconsidering?" He lifted my head up with his fingers settled under my chin.

I nodded quickly, wanting to change the subject.

"How was school?" He said awkwardly in a desperate, last-ditch effort to make conversation.

"Apparently, I have a B." I stated blankly, trying to mask my anger.

"Oh, let me guess. Ms. Pepper?" He wasn't surprised.

"I don't even understand why she breathes anymore. NO ONE wants her to." I rolled my eyes and tucked loose strands of hair behind my ear.

"You just have to find her soft spot."

"There is one..?" I was genuinely confused.

"Look closer at her in class. You'll figure it out soon enough."

Thanks for nothing.

"You know what I need to do?" I passively questioned.

"Kiss me," He raised his eye brows and my cheeks flushed with rushing blood.

I struggled to find words against it because I actually did want to. He fell back laughing at my stiffness as I punched him for putting me in that position.

"Well, I was going to say; I need to clean the kitchen." I said. He smiled after pulling himself together from his outburst.

"I got it taken care of. You start on homework. But, by the way, Elaine, we both know exactly what you need." He said with an edgy smirk and deep eyes.

"Really? I don't know, what would that be?" I acted innocent.

Before anymore of the conversation was extended, he leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine. For a couple of seconds, I soaked in the ecstasy of his kiss before he pulled away and my heart stopped skipping beats.

He stood up with the bowls and mumbled audibly, "We both know what you need."

I sat there confused for a few seconds as he cleaned up, and then smiled because I knew what he was implying. I would never let him know, though.

I pried my body off of the couch ad fetched my backpack. Once I had it, I pulled out all my homework assignments and finished them with ease, other than the distracting figure in the kitchen, whose biceps contracted ever so slightly as he dug the soapy sponge on the dirty dishes. He turned around and my head immediately diverted its attention back to the white piece of paper sitting on my lap. He flung the white cotton wash towel across his shoulder casually. I was midway through my calculus homework when his lips touched my ear and whispered with a sexy edge, "You almost finished?" He placed a light kiss in the dip behind my earlobe that made my heart rate dance and the skin beneath his lips burn in a pleasurable fury. I closed my eyes, trying to soak up the rest of the light from his kiss.

He picked up the notebook from my lap and threw it at the end of the couch. I was confused for a second. Then his fingers gently skimmed my neck, instinctively making my head tilt backwards. His lips met with mine and his hand slid down the back of my arms. His robust hand wrapped around the under-side of my thighs and pulled them up and over his lean, muscular waist. As I straddled him, our lips synchronized together over and over. His lips slipped out of formation and slowly glided down my jaw line and further to my neck.

Things were getting heated and every logical thought in my brain got swept to the right side and I racked my brain for any remains of intelligence. His lips traced my collarbone and skimmed back up to my lips.

I shifted my weight an ounce over bearable and we went toppling off the leather couch. His hand caught the ground a centimeter before my head could hit it. He set me down lightly and we burst into untamed laughter. He laid down right next to me and pulled me into his arms, sliding a kiss across my forehead.

I don't specifically remember falling asleep. I don't remember being brought up to my room. I do remember hearing the door shut. Then a loud door slamming shut. I was hoping it was my dad and my mom getting home but I was too tired to check my prediction's accuracy.

I woke up in the middle of the night with wide eyes to a mysterious crash. It didn't bother me, sometimes Cristina does that. My little nap had me wired and ready to do something stupid and/or energetic. I jumped up and grabbed my Nike shoes, throwing on a tank top and tossing my hair in a tight ponytail.

I almost forgot and about Felix before he grabbed my arm and looked at me with dangerous countenance. He lifted his free hand to his mouth with his index finger perched over his lips. He dragged me to my closet and tugged me inside. My confusion won me over and I whispered "What are you doing?" as quiet as I could. He shut the door behind him without making a sound. I could hardly see anything but I could feel Felix's body tensing right in front of me with his back to the door.

His head leaned forward and whispered in an extremely hushed tone, "Climb to the top shelf. I'll give you a boost. Cristina and Owen aren't home."

AUTHOR NOTE:

I'm sorry it took so long. Longs weeks. Chapter 8 will take a while because I have no idea where I'm going hahaha. Thanks guys. Love y'all.