Jerome rolled up his sleeves to reveal hundreds of tiny pink scars, in clean rows. I didn't know what to say, so being me I just blurted out, "i was not expecting that." Jerome began to laugh.
"And I was not expecting to walk in on this, so now we're even." I rolled my eyes at him, and he playfully hit me. Then he peeled the razors off the bottom of my night table, and he picked up the ones off the floor. He stood up, and tossed them in the trash can.
I didn't know what to say. I held my breath. I didn't know what was going to happen. Did he just cost me money or save my life?
Then he walked over, and did what I thought he'd never do. He crashed his lips into mine. He bit my lip softly, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Soon enough we were in a full blown make-out session.
It must have been at least five minute, I sat up when I heard the door click open. Shit.