Chapter 10
By the time we got back to Hyde's house, we were making-out intensely. I smiled as he pushed open the front door, kissing my neck at the same time.
It was about 20 degrees outside by now, so I was wrapped up in his coat and scarf, his arms around me keeping me warm.
He laid me on the couch and I put my arms around him, my wet clothes warming up. He pulled his fingers in and out of my hair as he kissed me. I laughed a little and I felt him smile.
Suddenly, I heard a woman's frail voice.
"Steven! If you've brought home another hooker, you're in big trouble."
We sat up as a older woman walked out of a room, smoking and half naked.
I smiled up at her and put out my hand. "Hi, I'm Steven's friend Sam."
She looked at my hand, then my face in disgust. The smell of alcohol radiated off of her as she spewed out her words.
"Really, Steven? Another, whore? Did you go back to that corner that I told you was off limits?"
He huffed and took off his glasses, glaring up at her, choosing his next words carefully. "Edna, this is Sam. Sam this is Edna, my mom."
I looked at her and smiled a little bit. "Nice to meet you."
She rolled her eyes and took another puff of her cigarette. "Whatever, Steven. I just don't want to hear her scream late tonight! I have a guest." She yelled wobbling back into her room, the sound of her heels clacking against the floor. "And I have to go to work tomorrow."
I looked down and then peaked back at Hyde. He looked down at his feet with me, knowing what I was thinking. He huffed again and touched my cheek.
"She seemed…" I sighed, trying to pick my words about his mother carefully.
He took my hand and guided me to his room, putting me down on the bed. I looked around. The painted was pealing and the mattress was old. Posters hung from single nails in the wall and a single light hung from the ceiling.
He looked at me as I eyed the floor. "She's a bitch." He spat out, not really caring about his words.
I shook my head and laced my fingers through his. I up into his eyes, his hair drying curly. Suddenly, I couldn't hold it back. I started laughing really hard. I held his hand and leaned against him as I laughed like a lunatic. His shirt was not buttoned up all the way as I leaned against his chest. I ran my fingers along his jaw line and smiled.
I smirked, then bluntly said, "Your mom is a bitch."
He smiled and kissed me. I put my hand on the back of his head, bringing him in harder and smiled.
I laid down on top of him and the noisy old mattress. He looked at me.
"You know, you are so beautiful." He said suddenly. I smiled and held his face.
"You can be such a jerk sometimes." I said sighing.
Something happened. It was like the way he looked at me. Or maybe it was the way he was breathing. Or… maybe it was just his existence.
His blond and brown curls hung down on his face and over his glasses. His lips curled up to form a friendly, comforting smile. He held onto my leg as I laid on his chest.
His chin on the top of my head felt comfortable and sweet. The warmth of his body against mine made me sleepy and… comfortable.
He pet my hair as he said, "So… I guess it's not happening tonight?"
I laughed a little. "No way." I pushed off his chest and kissed him.
I left him in his bed, contemplating weather or not this would actually go anywhere.
I shook my head and laughed at myself, knowing he was one of the most perfect, and worst, guy I had ever met.