you guys seemed to really like those smut scenes so I added one in at the last minute, hence why this chapter is so damn long lol
The second Mike's foot touched the bottom stair his mother's voice traveled from down the hall. "Not so fast, Michael." With a sigh he dropped his overnight bag onto the floor and made his way into the kitchen where his mom sat at the table waiting for him. She pushed the chair next to her out when he finally walked in, a silent indicator they were about to have a long talk. "How long have you known about Jane's father?" She asked him once he sat down
"Two weeks." He said, "Ever since he got out of jail upstate and came to her house the first time."
She sat with this for a few moments. Mike had a feeling she'd been struggling to digest everything she'd learned about her sons girlfriend every since he called her the night before. He wondered what exactly Terry had told her while he and Jane had been upstairs. "And… what exactly happened last night?"
"I took her home and she told me that her mom wanted me to stay with her until she came home so Jane wouldn't be alone." He started. "She was showing me the pictures on the wall from when she was younger, when we heard a car door outside. She looked out the window and it was her dad."
From there he told her how they hid in her room and blocked the door. He recapped her phone call with the police and everything her father yelled through the door. Mike told his mom how scared he had been when Jane told her father 'no' and how he exploded when she did. He finished with when he listened to the police interview with Jane and her mom and hearing everything they'd been through. The whole time he spoke he could see his mom choking up and trying to hold herself together. Mike had spent every moment since the police left pretending everything was okay, following in Jane's footsteps. But as he retold everything he felt a lump form in his throat.
Once he was done she reached out and grabbed his hand. He made no attempt to pull away. "That must have been terrifying." She said
"She kept trying to make me feel better by saying she could handle it, that she was used to it." Mike felt his bottom lip start to tremble. He hardly tried to hold it back, to suppress the feelings that had been eating away at him and begging to break free. "But it just made me feel worse, because I couldn't stop thinking about how much she has had to go through that she could handle something like that."
The hand that wasn't holding onto his started to rub his back. His mother wore an expression of sympathy that only got stronger at the sight of how upset he was. In a way that only mothers could so easily read their kids she could tell he wasn't quite done, so she stayed quiet while she waited for him to continue and attempted to offer some sort of comfort.
"And I'm just so angry because she doesn't deserve any of this. She's most amazing, and the nicest, person I've ever met. And shit just keeps happening to her." If he weren't so shaken up he knew for a fact he would get scolded for cursing. "She says it doesn't bother her, but it bothers me.
"And she moved here to get away from people like her father. They wanted to just start fresh. Then Troy starts picking on her just like people in her old school used to. And the person who they moved to hide from gets a Get Out of Jail Free Card and hunts them down. If we hadn't gotten into her room and locked the door…" his throat burned more and more until he stopped trying all together. It took only a matter of seconds before the tears he tried to hold back rolled down his cheeks. "She said he would have killed her."
Karen moved her chair closer to her distraught son, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Like every teenage boy he had distanced himself from her the second he started his first growth spurt. She had tried so hard to keep a close connection with him yet felt as if he was slipping through her fingers. As happy as she was that he was willingly opening up to her her heart ached to see him in such pain.
"What if I'm not there to protect her next time something happens?" He asked, resting his head on her shoulder. His voice now started to crack as he let himself cry. "Or what if I'm not enough to protect her?"
She continued to rub his back, the same spiral design she used to when he was young. "Do you know what her mom told me last night?" She asked. "She told me about how you and her friends snuck her out of her house when her dad came, the night you told me you were staying at Dustin's." Mike's stomach dropped slightly at the fact that she knew he lied. But she didn't seem at all upset. "You know what Jane told her when she got home?"
"What?"
"Jane told her that she had never felt better so quickly after something happened with her father. She said she feels safe around you." His mom told him. "You don't have to stand up to people like her father or Troy to make her feel safe. Jane can hold her own just fine. What she needs is someone to be there for her."
Mike picked his head up, his eyes searching her face for any sign she made it up just to make him feel better. "She said that?"
Karen nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. "Yeah, she did." She said. "And I bet it meant the world to Jane that you were there with her through everything." She reached up and wiped his tears away with her thumbs. "You really like her, don't you?"
"I love her."
She continued to smile, in no way surprised. Had he told her two days earlier she would have written it off as a child who didn't properly understand the weight of the word 'love'. Her first clue that it wasn't the case was watching the two of them at dinner. In the short time they'd been together they were so comfortable with one another. Mike had looked a her in a way Karen had never seen him look at anyone. After hearing what they had just been through, and seeing just how much it hurt him to see her experience something so traumatic, she didn't for a second doubt his words.
"You know you can talk to me, Mike." She told him. "I don't want you to feel like you have to keep things like this from me. Jane is a wonderful young lady, and if something is going on with her I want you to be able to tell me."
'Wait till I tell Jane' he thought to himself the second his mom called her a wonderful young lady. She had been so worried about getting his parents approval and making a good first impression Mike had a feeling it would come as a relief to hear how much his mom liked her already. He stayed in the kitchen a few more minutes as he calmed down before he went upstairs.
Mike jumped in the shower, sneaking into Nancy's room beforehand and bringing her radio into the bathroom with him. The idea of being totally alone in completely silence, the perfect setting for his mind to run wild, was terrifying. He hardly even cared the station was playing pop hits he hardly knew the words too. It was noise. Something to focus on. To keep his thoughts from wandering into what had happened 24 hours earlier he instead wondered if each song was one Jane would like or not.
After getting out of the bathroom and putting Nancy's radio back in her room he put his headphones on and turned on his walkman. He crawled into bed early, pulling the covers up to his chin. The feeling of laying down with headphones on was not a pleasant one but he would gladly take it over deafening silence. Mike lay on his side, starring at the empty space in his bed next to him. As he closed his eyes he pictured Jane laying beside him, curls free from the confines of her hair tie, sleeping soundly.
xXx
"Mike?!"
He picked his gaze up to find all three of his friends starring at him. Since the moment he woke up that morning he'd been in somewhat of a daze, as if his mind was shut off and his body was running on autopilot. The only clear thought that was in his mind was is Jane okay? Where is she? He had hoped this feeling would have subsided quickly. Yet he felt exactly the same as he sat in homeroom.
"Are you sure you're still not sick?" Lucas asked referring to his absence the day before
Mike shifted in his seat. Jane's voice telling him he could let them in on what had happened echoed in his head. "I wasn't sick." He said simply, as if it was enough of an answer
The three boys exchanged confused glances, checking that they all knew just as much as the other; nothing. "What do you mean?" Will asked, "Where were you yesterday, then?"
"Something happened with Jane." He told them, his gaze falling back down to his hands on his desk. "That thing I told you about her dad two weeks ago was kind of a lie."
Mike started with how he called Max, worried about Jane after she never showed up for school. He could tell they fully grasped how serious what he was telling them by their silence when he told them he spent the night with three girls. He then moved on to what Jane told him when he dropped her off at her house two days earlier, skipping over what Troy had said entirely. She had almost been too embarrassed to tell him about it. He figured it was one thing she wasn't okay with him saying. As he told them about her dad trying to get into her room, only quoting a few things he said, Mike was thankful he wasn't getting teared up like when he told his mom. When he got to the part about the police interview he said as little detail as possible about what her and her mom said about the past abuse.
Once he was done they had only enough time to process everything he said and for Dustin to say "holy shit" before the classroom door opened. Perfectly on cue Jane walked in, wearing the sweater he had purposely left at her house the day before. She stopped in her tracks when she saw all the boys starring at her. When she reached them she dropped her bag but stayed standing. "You told them?" She guessed
"Yeah."
Jane turned her desk around so it faced the four of them, sitting down and resting her elbows on the top. "Thanks for the present." She said, pulling the sleeves of the sweatshirt over her hands.
Before he could respond Dustin pointed a finger at them. "Are you guys for real? Cause if you're making this up that's really messed up."
The smallest hint of a smile appeared on her face. "It's true."
"Holy shit." Lucas said, shaking his head. "That's some heavy stuff."
Jane shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "Shit happens."
While there was no simple way to describe enduring years of abuse Mike knew for a fact 'shit happens' was, in no way, able to communicate what she had been through. But it was her defense tactic. She belittled the situation, convincing both herself and everyone around her, that everything was fine. He doubted the others could see the pain in her eyes even as she dismissed he experience with "shit happens". But he could see it clear as day.
"Are you okay?" Will asked her
"I'm just glad it's over now." She answered, then nudged Mike's foot with her own. "It helped that I wasn't alone."
As they grinned at one another he was vaguely aware of Dustin mock-gagging behind him. "You guys are disgusting." He then declared. Jane simply flipped him off before asking what they had missed during their absence. Expertly shifting the topic of conversation away from herself.
xXx
Their English teacher finished reading the chapter of Catcher in the Rye with five minutes of class left. Mike tried to ignore he blush that rose to his cheeks as Holden's encounter with a prostitute was read aloud to the class. Before realizing that nothing was going to happen between the two characters he was concerned he was about to be permanently scarred. Setting the book down on his desk the teacher told them to discuss with the person next to them what they think was going to happen in the next chapter.
"I really have no idea what's going to happen next." Jane said so seriously he wouldn't have known it was a joke if she hadn't described the whole book in detail to him.
"I think he's going to call Jane." Mike told her just as serious as she had been. "That's what I would do."
She rolled her eyes at him but smiled none the less. "I was named after her, you know." She told him as she put her books away
"Really?"
"Yup." She said. "My mom picked it. Said that Jane was the only one with pure intentions in the whole book." She looked back over at him. "But she only told me last year when I read it in school."
He raised an eyebrow at her, "How come she never told you?"
"Jane's dad was a jerk. So is mine. Just two very different types." Mike was infinitely thankful Jane's dad was nothing like Jane Gallagher's step father. "She felt bad that I ended up being a little too similar to her."
Mike wanted to hug her tight. Since they were in the middle of a classroom he instead settled for holding her hand. "Well, she's right. Jane's literally the only good one in the book."
"They're all good." She corrected, "But she's the only one who's not a phony."
The two of them went back and forth making wildly incorrect predictions for what would happen next in the book, each of them trying to make the other laugh. By the time the bell rang they were still laughing over Jane's 'prediction' that halfway through the book was going to turn into a sci-fi novel and that Dianetics by L. Ron Hubbard was actually the sequel. They laughed so hard that they had to cover their mouths to muffle the sound. As they walked out of the classroom a few of the other students in the class were still giving them looks.
Once they entered the hallway Jane linked her arm with his the same way she now almost always did when they walked together. After the craziness they'd experienced over the past few days it felt good to be in school making stupid jokes and pretending like nothing had happened. Mike was beginning to understand why she always put up such a front like everything was okay.
On the way to Jane's next class, Mike still by her side, he spotted Troy at his locker down the hall. The bruise on his nose was a quarter the size it had been and had turned an ugly yellow-brown color. When he shut his locker his eyes landed on him and Jane approaching. It was only a matter of time before they crossed paths. Mike watched him cross to the other side of the hallway and head to his class.
"Did you just see that?" He asked, looking down at Jane
He could see her trying to hold back a smile, biting down on her bottom lip. "See what?" She asked. Though he was sure she knew exactly what he was talking about
xXx
"Where is she?" Max grumbled impatiently, her leg bouncing up and down underneath the table
Dustin, not nearly as worried as she was, muttered a half hearted reply. "She's probably just asking her teacher a question."
Mike glanced at the empty seat between him and Max before looking back up at her again. "Everything's fine." He told her, sounding exactly like the girl they were referring to. "It's probably nothing."
She didn't look entirely convinced. When she came into lunch she stormed over to Mike, repeating what Lizzie had told her that morning and asking if it had been true. Apparently she had come to school late and hadn't been able to hear about what happened from Jane directly, instead hearing it from Lizzie. Max instantly became antsy for her friends arrival when he said that she'd only been told some of the story. He filled her in on what Lizzie had left out. Her eyes went wide when he got into more detail.
"You were there?" She asked in disbelief
"Yeah."
Max shook her head a few times. "Lizzie told me she was going to let Jane tell me most of it, but I had no idea how much other stuff there was." Silence fell over the table. As shocked as she was the hear the extent of what happened Mike imagined the three guys had been way more surprised. They had no idea about anything having to do with Jane's father. "What was it like?" She asked
All four pairs of eyes on the table fell on him. His friends hadn't gotten the chance to ask him anything before Jane came in, the conversation quickly shifting once she did. With one look at their faces he could tell there were questions they'd been sitting with since homeroom. Normally he would have held back the detail of being scared so he wouldn't get teased. But Mike was sure this was one situation he wouldn't be teased for. "It was… really terrifying." They continued to stare at him silently asking him to continue
"I knew he was scary from what she told me about him, but hearing a story about him and actually being there are so different." He told them, his eyes falling down to the tray in front of him. "And he was saying really terrible things to her, threatening her and calling her names."
"Like what?" Will asked from across the table
Mike hesitated. The one time he'd repeated what her father said to her was the night before when he had talked to his mom. The words had left a bad taste in his mouth long after he brushed his teeth later on. "He was calling her a slut because she had a boy in her room. Telling her he was going to make her regret moving away from him. Stuff like that."
He could hear a few of them let out quiet yet frustrated sighs. Mike's appetite was instantly spoiled and he pushed his lunch tray away from him. Before he could say any more Max looked across the cafeteria. "She's coming." She said
Looking up and behind him he was instantly relieved to see Jane making her way towards them. Her face broke into a smile at the sight of her friends. She dropped her bag on the floor before taking her seat next to Mike. Her eyes drifted down to his pushed away lunch then met his with a worried look. "What's wrong?" She asked instantly
"I'm just not hungry." He told her. Mike pushed the tray towards her. "You can have the rest if you want."
She eyed him skeptically for a few seconds before she took his food and set it in front of her. "Did you tell them about Troy?"
"What about Troy?" Max immediately asked, worry crossing over her face.
While Jane told them about how he had went out of his way to avoid them everyone seemed to silently agree not to mention what they'd been talking about before she arrived. The satisfied grin on her face as she told them his bruise had yet to fully fade was enough to discourage them from bringing up anything to dampen her mood. Lucas suggested she hit him again when his bruise did vanish, to which she replied "if he deserves it I might."
For the rest of the lunch period Mike marveled at how well she was able to push everything that had happened aside and joke around with her friends so soon after. It helped to ease his own nerves and caused him to worry about her a bit less. By the time the lunch period ended they were laughing so hard Mike was able to almost completely put the voice of her father out of his head.
xXx
When the day ended Mike headed for the front entrance between Will and Jane, both of whom he was giving a ride home. At the double doors leading outside Jennifer Hayes and Stacey Shapiro stood with a stack of flyers, handing them out to everyone who passed. As they got closer he could hear them encouraging students to go to prom, even handing a few flyers to freshman. Once they were close Stacey handed a flyer to Jane and told her "too bad you're not a senior, punching Troy Harrington could have made you prom queen." Jane starred at her for a moment before letting out a quick 'thanks' before following Mike and Will out of the doors.
"Wow." Will said, looking up from his own flyer. "Did Stacey Shapiro just tell you you could have been prom queen?"
"Yeah." Jane replied, still looking down at the paper in her hand. "She did." But instead of looking flattered she looked confused. "Whatever." She said after a moment, shoving the flyer into her backpack. "She was just trying to be nice. Not like she meant it."
"Why wouldn't she?"
Jane looked at Mike like she expected him to be kidding. "Because girls like Stacey and Jennifer are prom queens. Not girls like me."
Will's eyebrows pulled together. "Why not?"
"Just because." She said simply
Jane, like before, easily shifted the conversation to other topics as they all climbed into Mike's car. Will commented on the station she out on, the same one both of them always did. They chatted about different bands and albums while Mike simply listened and enjoyed that they were getting along so well. For the majority of the ride they debated which Van Halen album was the best, each of them convinced their choice was the better one. Mike, having nothing to contribute since he didn't know either album, stayed quiet for the majority of the conversation. Pulling in front of Will's house they decided to agree to disagree before Will got out and waved goodbye as he walked up to his front door.
"I like your friends." She told him as Will's house disappeared from sight. "I'm glad I'm getting to know them."
"Me too."
When he parked in front of Jane's house he spotted the empty driveway. He suddenly had déjà vu to only a few days before. A lump settled in Mike's throat as he remembered how quickly the last time they'd been in this situation had been ruined. Jane followed his gaze to the driveway before she looked back at him. Her expression was now one of uncertainty.
"Do you want me to wait for your mom to get home with you?" She nodded silently and grabbed her backpack off the floor of his car. Mike quickly followed her up the walkway to her front porch. Jane pulled her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. Once it was open she hesitated to walk in, her eyes scanning the living room several times. He put his hand on her back. "Hey, it's okay." He told her. "There's no one in there."
"Yeah, right." She said, shaking her head and walking through the doorway. "Sorry."
Mike's stomach churned at the realization that she no longer felt safe in her own home. He could see it in her eyes as she tried to search the room without him noticing. While he didn't mention it he definitely noticed. He tried not to wonder how she had been dealing with being at home over the past couple of days and pushed the image of her having sleepless nights out of his head. For what must have been the hundredth time he wished he could have done more to make her feel better. Jane locked the front door, then tried turning the doorknob just to make sure it wouldn't open. She then looked up at him with a smile he wasn't fully convinced was genuine. "Do you wanna go upstairs?"
"Sure."
He held onto her hand as she started up the stairs. Though he wouldn't admit it he too was nervous. The last time they'd gone up her staircase together they were practically running for their lives. Once they were in her room she closed the door. It was a relief that they didn't have to barricade themselves inside. With the door closed Jane turned towards him and laced her fingers between his. "Thanks." She told him. Though it came out of nowhere and she offered no elaboration he knew exactly what she was referring to.
He kissed her forehead. "Your welcome." Mike said. "And you know, Stacey is right. You could be prom queen."
Jane rolled her eyes and leaned her head back. She let out a short groan before she responded. "No I couldn't."
"Yes you could."
She looked back up at him. "You only think that because you love me."
"Absolutely true." He said, pulling her towards him. "But Will thought so too. So did Stacey. They're not in love with you."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "How do you know? Maybe Stacey's secretly a lesbian." The corners of her lips twitched upwards at what was clearly a joke.
"Jane." He said seriously. "Why do you find the idea so hard to believe?"
Her eyes landed on the floor where they remained while she the gears in her head turned as she thought of a response. "I'm not girly like them, I'm a tomboy."
"So?"
Jane looked back up at him. "Tomboys don't win prom queen. Pretty girls do."
Mike could feel his heart cracking inside his chest. Not just from her response but from the look on her face. Her eyes, showing just a hint of sadness, couldn't quite meet his. Her bottom lip stuck out ever so slightly. What he saw in her face was the product of what he had a feeling was years worth of bullying. He wished he could reach into her brain and take out every memory of anyone telling her anything other than the fact that she was an amazing person. "Jane, what are you talking about? You're beautiful."
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
Her hands let go of his before wrapping around his neck. "I don't know, Mike. That's just the way things work."
He could tell clear as day that she wanted to drop the topic. Mike put his hands on her waist. "Fine." He said. "Will you settle for being my prom queen?"
"That was so cheesy." She said. Yet she now wore a bright smile on her face, a dead giveaway that her teasing was only half hearted.
Jane stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his. He felt as if every time she kissed him her vibrancy was at full saturation. She was a being incomparable to all others. Mike was still baffled that he had been so lucky to become to object of her affection. Jane was the sun, the moon, and every star in the sky. In comparison he felt like space debris. Yet she had somehow managed to fall in love with him anyway.
Every move she made was magic. The way her lips kissed his or how her fingertips gently brushed across his skin as she moved her hands from the back of his neck to his chest. Her palm landed perfectly over his now pounding heart. Despite how many times they had kissed before he still found himself going light headed every time she stood on her toes to reach him. Though he no longer struggled to believe that she did want him he was still baffled by the fact.
Her fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt before she started walking backwards toward her bed. They moved just as clumsily as they had when they had struggled to walk to her couch while kissing. She stopped abruptly when the back of her legs hit her bed. Jane moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed him down until he was sitting. They were only separated for a matter of seconds, until she sat on his lap.
"Are you gonna give me another lecture about moving to fast?" She asked him. Her eyebrow climbed high on her forehead while he hands found he back of his neck again.
"No."
His voice came out strained and shaky, which he guess she noticed by the smile that appeared on her face. "Good."
Her lips met his once again. His arms were wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling off. The feeling of Jane sitting in his lap, with almost zero separation between them, could have easily been one of his favorite feelings in the world. He couldn't imagine how it could get better. That is until she started running her finger through his hair.
Mike's heart sank slightly when she pulled away from him. Her hands left his hair and grabbed the zipper of her sweatshirt. Jane looked at him and grinned at whatever shocked expression he wore. "Would you relax? I'm wearing a shirt underneath."
"I'm relaxed." He insisted. She rolled her eyes at him and unzipped her sweatshirt. Jane shrugged it off and tossed it on the floor, now only wearing a thank top. "You said you were wearing a shirt."
"I am."
"No, you're wearing a tank top."
"Same thing."
"Absolutely not the same thing."
"It's the same thing."
Jane kissed him again before he could continue to protest. Her arms wrapped back around his neck, keeping his body tightly pressed against hers. Mike took her bottom lip between his teeth as gently as he could. A small moan quickly escaped from her throat. The sound alone was enough to make every cell in his body feel as if it would overheat and explode any second.
Mike felt like an idiot for stopping her before despite the fact it might have been the right thing to do. He had instantly regretted it when he saw the disappointed look on her face followed by her voicing her doubts that he didn't want her. He absolutely did. She was the most perfect thing on the face of the world. Probably in the entire universe. His mind could hardly wrap around how perfect she was. He didn't have the capacity to imagine something better than her. How could he not want her?
His lips separated from hers before trailing across her jaw. She tilted her head back so he would have better access. Her skin felt warm against his lips but not quite as hot as his was. Jane was a masterpiece hand crafted by a maser artist, there was not a doubt in his mind. She was dangerously addicting. More than any drug. When his name escaped her lips, the perfect combination of a whisper and moan, he vowed to never go to rehab.
Instead of tugging at the hem of his shirt as a silent request she grabbed and pulled it up until she had to separate once more to get it over his head. With his shirt now discarded at the foot of her bed he looked up at her. For once her head was taller than his. Her brown eyes were clouded with the same want and lust that he was sure was in his own. He kissed her neck while her fingers trailed down his now bare back.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
With her arms locked around his neck Jane moved off his lap and lay down on her back, bringing him with her. Remembering how she pulled him closer the last time they were in the same position he propped himself up on his elbows. Underneath him he could feel he moving. He had no clue what she was doing until she pulled her tank top over her head. Mike did his best not to stare at her but failed miserably. She was perfect, which he already knew. But still.
Her expression suddenly turned nervous. "Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"I didn't shave my legs."
"I don't care."
She bit down on her bottom lip, not entirely convinced by his response.
"It's been a little while."
"So? I've never shaved my legs ever."
"Yeah but you're a boy."
"Jane I really don't care."
"Okay sorry."
Mike leaned down and kissed her again. He loved how her fingernails lightly grazed his skin when she touched him. He loved that she had become more bold and forward than she had once been. He loved her. And when her tongue rubbed against his in a certain way he was suddenly sure he knew the meaning of life. Adults had told him for years that the point of growing up was for one to discover themselves. Meeting Jane was a breakthrough of a discovery. She was another part of him, like the magnetic friendship necklaces girls used to wear in middle school. Once they were together it wasn't easy for them to be apart. He felt as if he was no longer just Mike. He was one half of Mike and Jane.
He was never certain of the legitimacy of soulmates. The term wasn't one that sat with him well. But as Jane's hands traveled along his skin and she moaned into his mouth he remembered a myth he had heard in school when he was younger. Zeus, king of the gods, what been threatened by the power of the human race and split everyone into two different people. The only way the human race would stand a chance in a fight with a god was if they found their other half. Mike was certain his lay beneath him. With Jane he felt as if he could conquer the world.
The sound of a car door interrupted his thoughts like the needle being taken off of a record. She hardly had the opportunity to push him off of her before he did so himself. Jane knelt on her bed and looked out the window, then scrambled for her tank top that had fallen on the floor.
"Shit." She hissed while she pulled it over her head. "My mom's home." Mike had already grabbed his own shirt and started to turn it from being inside out. After pulling it back on he grabbed her sweatshirt off the floor and handed it to her. "I'm sorry." She told him
Even from up in her room he could hear the front door open and shut, a sound quickly followed by her moms voice calling from the bottom of the stairs. "Jane?"
"Yeah?" She called back, zipping her sweatshirt back up.
"Is Mike here?"
Her eyes landed on him. "Yeah, we were waiting for you to come back."
"Okay."
When her moms footsteps fade away Jane let out a groan and leaned back down onto her bed. "God, is this gonna happen every time?" She asked. Her cheeks were still red from the increased blood flow and her lips swollen from repeated kisses. She looked at him with an expression he wished she wore more.
Mike lay on his back next to her. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the adrenaline from her mothers sudden arrival yet to fade. "I hope not." He found himself scared to lay too close to her. The magnetic pull was strong enough with almost five inches in between them. If he dared to touch her again he wasn't sure he would be able to hold himself back.
"Are we gonna be that couple that rents a motel room on prom night just to get some privacy?" When he looked over at her he could tell she was only half kidding with the suggestion.
He mirrored the smile she wore. "Prom is more than a month away." He pointed out. "That's way too long."
"Yeah, your right." She looked back up at the ceiling. "Maybe for one of our birthdays. When's yours?"
"July." He said. "So we have to do yours."
"Mines in January."
"Oh." Mike turned onto his side, raising an eyebrow at her. "Does that make you older than me?"
He watched her face break out into an even larger grin before she looked over at him. "I guess."
"Cougar."
"Shut up."