Five More Minutes
I woke up the next morning startled. Where was I? Then I remembered. Last night's memory's came flooding back and a smile crossed my face. I opened my eyes to find Chris staring at me his arm was still wrapped around me.
"Good Morning," he said smiling. "With an emphasis on the good."
"Morning," I replied sitting up rubbing my eyes. "What time is it," I asked?
"Around 10," he said.
"Are you gonna be in trouble," I asked?
"No. My dad probably didn't even notice I was gone. Are you gonna be in trouble," he asked concerned?
"No. My parents aren't even home," I reminded him.
"Oh yeah. I forgot."
"I should be getting home though. I'm starving and I could use a shower," I said.
"Yeah you could," he said teasing.
"Are you implying that I'm dirty," I asked hitting him gently with a pillow.
"Well you just spent the night in a tree house with a Chamber's kid. Of course your dirty," he said laughing.
"It was worth it," I said smiling playfully.
"Good," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. We laid back down, kissing until we couldn't breathe.
"No seriously," I mumbled in between kisses. "I really should be getting back home."
"Five more minutes," he begged.
"Fine," I said. "Five more minutes," making it sound like I had ten hundred important things to do, even though I didn't.
We stayed there, kissing, occasionally stopping for air, for another hour.
"Come on Chris," I said for the eighth time. "I'm starving."
"Alright. One more kiss," he said.
"No. Because if we start kissing, we'll never leave and just stay here for the rest of lives making out."
"That's not true," he said. "We'd eventually get tired of making out and wind up doing something else," he said smiling wryly.
"You have a sick mind Chambers," I told him laughing.
"Hey I was implying that we'd play Go Fish," he said motioning to the cards on the table.
"Yeah. Or strip poker."
"Now who has a sick mind?"
"Guilty," I said. "I just can't help having sick and perverted thoughts when I'm around you. You just drive me wild," I said sarcastically. "I mean it's taking all my strength to not rip off all your clothes and take you right here," I said rolling my eyes.
"Hey. That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," he said.
"Maybe later," I said. "After I eat. Come on," I said tugging on his shirt.
"Alright Alright," he said finally giving up.
I woke up the next morning startled. Where was I? Then I remembered. Last night's memory's came flooding back and a smile crossed my face. I opened my eyes to find Chris staring at me his arm was still wrapped around me.
"Good Morning," he said smiling. "With an emphasis on the good."
"Morning," I replied sitting up rubbing my eyes. "What time is it," I asked?
"Around 10," he said.
"Are you gonna be in trouble," I asked?
"No. My dad probably didn't even notice I was gone. Are you gonna be in trouble," he asked concerned?
"No. My parents aren't even home," I reminded him.
"Oh yeah. I forgot."
"I should be getting home though. I'm starving and I could use a shower," I said.
"Yeah you could," he said teasing.
"Are you implying that I'm dirty," I asked hitting him gently with a pillow.
"Well you just spent the night in a tree house with a Chamber's kid. Of course your dirty," he said laughing.
"It was worth it," I said smiling playfully.
"Good," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. We laid back down, kissing until we couldn't breathe.
"No seriously," I mumbled in between kisses. "I really should be getting back home."
"Five more minutes," he begged.
"Fine," I said. "Five more minutes," making it sound like I had ten hundred important things to do, even though I didn't.
We stayed there, kissing, occasionally stopping for air, for another hour.
"Come on Chris," I said for the eighth time. "I'm starving."
"Alright. One more kiss," he said.
"No. Because if we start kissing, we'll never leave and just stay here for the rest of lives making out."
"That's not true," he said. "We'd eventually get tired of making out and wind up doing something else," he said smiling wryly.
"You have a sick mind Chambers," I told him laughing.
"Hey I was implying that we'd play Go Fish," he said motioning to the cards on the table.
"Yeah. Or strip poker."
"Now who has a sick mind?"
"Guilty," I said. "I just can't help having sick and perverted thoughts when I'm around you. You just drive me wild," I said sarcastically. "I mean it's taking all my strength to not rip off all your clothes and take you right here," I said rolling my eyes.
"Hey. That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," he said.
"Maybe later," I said. "After I eat. Come on," I said tugging on his shirt.
"Alright Alright," he said finally giving up.