Why did I keep fainting? Oh right, because I acted like a fan girl freak half the time. Hah. And unfortunately here I was again, where I kept fainting, in the bedroom of the Lucas's.
I opened my eyes again, hearing snoring. Looking out of the window, I saw it was just sunrise. I had been out cold for about 13 hours. It had to be five in the morning, and it had been four PM when I fainted.
I rolled out of my uncomfortable position, stretching and hitting my pillow with my hand on accident.
"oof." the pillow grumbled sleepily.
"Sorry, pillow." I whispered sweetly. Wait, huh? Why was my pillow talking? I looked up at my comfy pillow.
"Oh my god." I breathed. My head had been laying on the stomach of Kevin. My breathing was all high and squeaky.
But I would not faint. Not again. My breathing slowed, and I looked away from Kevin. I was starting to get the hang of this!
"Okay, I'll figure out what to do until.... Like ten in the morning." I mumbled to myself. In all of the magazines I had read, they said they woke up at about ten on weekends.
Then I remembered. I had a week and one day until my parents came home next Sunday. My cheeks blushed nervously.
A week and one day of waking up..... Like this. Well, unless I went back to Stella's. I would have to persuade her to let me stay at her place.
"I just need to..... Go back to sleep." I said under my breath.
"Yeah. Because that's probably the only thing you can do until ten in the morning. Take it from a guy who knows." a voice whispered from behind me. My head whipped around.
Kevin had been watching me for awhile.
"Uh, sorry for.... Sleeping..... Weirdly..... Like-like that." I stuttered. Kevin shrugged it off. I yawned.
"Yeah, just sleep. It's five in the morning." he mumbled sleepily. I let myself fall back into his bed.
And I smelled cinnamon again.
I breathed in the scent, closing my eyes. I crawled slowly to where Kevin was drifting off to sleep. My hand rested on his shoulder as I sniffed close to his neck.
Must've been perfume or lotion or something.
I drew closer, resting my nose on his neck. Slowly breathing in, I kissed it subconsciously.
I blushed furiously, realizing what I had just done. But my body moved on its own. This was so embarrassing! And I felt like I was invading his personal space.
I had no idea how I couldn't stop myself. I had no self-control. Literally.
My lips went back to his neck, but I started scraping my teeth into his skin. If his hand wasn't red, his neck sure would be later.
Why was I doing this? And why couldn't I stop?
Kevin grunted and grabbed my waist, pulling me on top of him. I hoped he was still sleeping, or this would be an awkward conversation when he woke up. I didn't know if he was or wasn't awake. But I knew that I was scared. I didn't want to do anything stupid. Even so, my mouth was moving against my own will.
I scraped more roughly, still sucking in that sweet scent. He TASTED like cinnamon, too. That drove me crazy.
My mouth was sore after awhile. He brought his hands to my shoulders. I could tell that he had just woken up.
"Macy?" he whispered frantically. I mumbled in response, continuing to suck on his neck. It was nice, but awkward as I couldn't control my actions. Kevin probably thought I was a freak.
"Um...." he said, then winced. Oops. I thought I gave him a rash.
Finally, getting back my control, I pulled away so fast that I fell off the bed. I landed on the floor with a squeak.
"Huh? WHAT'S GOING ON?" Nick yelled, jumping out of his bed and reaching for a baseball bat. He put it down when he saw me.
"Sorry, Macy." he mumbled sleepily. It was 6:17 according to the clock beside Kevin's bed.
"Kevin, why is there a red circle on your neck?" Nick chuckled. I blushed.
"Uh, no reason." Kevin said, his voice high and squeaky. That was his lying voice. I ran out of the room.
Going into the bathroom and locking the door, I sat down against it. I didn't like Kevin, did I? I mean, my body was just doing that because I'm addicted to the smell of cinnamon, right?
Yup. That was my explanation. I didn't LIKE Kevin. He just happened to smell like cinnamon and I just happened to give him a hickey and- OH GOD I GAVE HIM A HICKEY!!!! He would hate me. He couldn't wear shirts with V's or low tops for a few weeks. I frowned. Stella would be mad, too.
Tears formed in my eyes, but I tried to blink them away. They stayed, but I wouldn't let them fall.
"Macy, it's okay." I heard Kevin yell through the door.
"Really. I know you were asleep when you did that." he said pleadingly. I sighed and stood up. Opening the door, I looked into the eyes of the Lucas I just humiliated.
"Please don't cry." he said softly.
"I'm not crying." I said, slowly lifting my hand to my cheek. I felt the moisture on the hollow under my eye.
"Oh." I mumbled. Kevin laughed softly.
"So, does your stomach still hurt?" he asked. I looked down at the bandage and shook my head.
"Maybe we could take that off, then." he said. I nodded, embarrassed to speak. I followed Kevin into his bedroom where he kept a pair of scissors.
Sitting awkwardly on the bed, I put my hands under my knees. Kevin walked over with the scissors. Joe and Nick were in the other room arguing loudly about something.
Kevin carefully placed the scissors by the bandage. He pressed it under the bandage to my skin, and I giggled.
"What?" he laughed.
"It's cold!" I giggle again. He took one look at me and smiled. Working quickly, he snipped the bandage off and waited for my laughter to stop. I looked down at the damage.
My bruises were still purple; but they were shrinking and going away now.
"Good. They're almost gone." I sighed.
"Yeah. Sorryaboutthat." Kevin said quickly, trying to not feel guilty and not give me a reason to cry at the same time.
"Um..... Can I get a shirt?" I asked, blushing. He looked down.
"Let me go get Stella. She can help you." he said, standing up.
"Um. Sorry. About.... Neck..... Thing." I mumbled. All I heard was a laugh and the rhythmic thump of his shoes on the carpet. I sighed. This was going to be a long day.
