O7.
Chris
"You sure I can be over?" I asked while making myself comfortable on the suede navy couch. She nodded and plopped down beside me.
"Let's watch a movie." she smiled, grabbing the universal remote from the coffee table. As she flickered through the channels, I sank deep into my thoughts. I like the dynamics that Maree and I share now but my mind always wonders, would we ever be more than that? Her friendship has been a blessing for me but what would her love and intimacy be for me?
"The only reasonable movie that's on is 'The Final Destination.' Wanna watch that or are you too scared?" she teased before standing up. My eyes roved her voluptuous curves for a brief second before looking back up at her brown eyes.
"Nah, it takes a lot to scare me." I chuckled before licking my lips. Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds. As awkward as this should seem, it isn't. This isn't the first time that we've gotten lost in each others eyes. It's almost as if we're searching for something. I personally enjoy whenever we do this.
"W-Well, I'm going to get our snacks. Be right back." she smiled before heading towards the kitchen.
Maree
I made a dash for the kitchen after our intense stare down. Every time that Chris and I are around each other, that happens. Seriously, it's inevitable. I realize that I'm doing it but I can't stop staring. Something about his eyes draw me in and forces me to do it. I can't even voice what I'm thinking because I'm not thinking during that moment. My mind draws a blank and I just stare. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he put a spell on me.
I chuckled at my silly thoughts and took the brownies out of the oven. Chris seemed to have enjoyed my baking last time so I figured I'd make him some of my other infamous treats. After grabbing a few sodas that my mother kept stashed for her 'cheat days', I waltzed back into the living room. This time I avoided eye contact with Chris. My head stayed down as I placed the snacks on the coffee table.
Chris
Maree returned to the living room with our drinks and some delectable looking brownies. Her eyes were fixed to the carpet, which was unusual but I didn't push it. Those brownies had too much of my attention anyway. Even though I just ate less than an hour ago, the sight of those brownies was making me ravenous. As soon as she sat the platter down, I reached for a brownie and started eating it.
"Someone's hungry." she giggled, doing the same. She took her original seat next to me and opened her drink.
"You sure you don't like culinary or baking? You would make a hell of a chef, I'm tellin' you." I smirked. Shaking her head, she laughed at the truth in my words.
"Nope. I don't wanna cook for a living." she nonchalantly shrugged. She grabbed the universal remote and turned off the lights in the living room. The television screen was the only light illuminating the room at this point. To be honest, I wasn't all that into the film. It wasn't the movie itself but the fact that I found her company more entertaining than TV.
Maree
I can tell that Chris wasn't that into the movie. Every now and then his eyes would wander around the living room, avoiding the television. His body was never still; playing with his fingers, fiddling with the material of the throw blanket on the couch. All this time he was focused on the random things of the room, I was focused on him. I guess I too found the movie to be bland.
"You don't wanna watch the movie either, huh?" I whispered, glancing up at him.
"Nah, not really. I figured since you wanted to watch it that I would too. I'd rather talk to you instead." he admitted, making me smile. I shifted my body so that I was facing him. He made the same movement so that now he was mirroring my frame.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" I chuckled nervously. There weren't many interesting topics to discuss on my end.
"Let's do the basics. Favorites. I'll start. What's your favorite color?" he smiled.
"Easy, purple. You?" I asked.
"Tough one. I like black and red. Those are my ultimate favorites." he said.
"Hmm, me next. What's your favorite food?" I chuckled.
"Ree, I eat anything. I don't really have a favorite in that category." he chuckled. My food question motivated him to get a brownie from the tray. I laughed at his greedy antics and shook my head.
"Well, I love french fries. It's a serious obsession. My mother forbids greasy foods so I have to smuggle them in." I giggled. Holding his stomach, he laughed at my statement.
"Whew, that was funny. I can't believe she restraints you from eating what you want. I ain't never heard of no bullshit like that. Anyway, what's ya favorite movie?" he asked before sipping his soda.
"Don't judge but I like romance movies. Like, 'The Notebook.' That's an all-time fave. Romance movies just gives me hope, you know?" I smiled.
"Hope about what?" he asked, looking at me with curious filled eyes.
"Love. I know I'm too young and all that stuff but I want somethin' like that. I've seen so many relationships fall apart around me, Chris. My parents' relationship, my aunt's, even my grandparents got a divorce. I don't want that to happen to me." I whispered. My eyes were burning intensely but I didn't want to cry in front of Chris. I don't cry in front of anybody.
Chris
Her words held such sorrow. The joyous and charismatic Maree that I've grown accustomed to, was sitting before me on the brink of tears. I heard the cracking in her voice and the sadness in her tone. It was an extended silence while I tried to gather the words that I wanted to say.
"You're young, Ree. You have all the time in the world to find love. I ain't no specialist on that stuff but I know you'll find love. I just know you will." I responded in a low tone. Sniffling, she looked up at me. Her puppy dog eyes looked so precious, making me crack a smile.
"How do you know? Last time you said I was gonna be the best psychologist. How do you know my fate? You're not a psychic, are you?" she asked, pointing at me. I laughed at her silly suspicions.
"No, I'm not a psychic. I just sense stuff. With the whole love thing, I'm sure you'll be fine. I believe this because you're setting out to make a difference. You realize what you're family members mistakes were in relationships and you want to avoid that. Plus, you're an amazing girl. Any man to mistreat you or take advantage of you is a damn fool. And any man that gets the chance to be with you is lucky as fuck, forreal." I spoke honestly.
Her beautiful eyes lit up after I finished speaking. Once again, I was caught myself staring into her light brown orbs. I can tell that she was silently cursing herself for getting caught in the chasm of my stare. I knew exactly what I was doing at this point. It's what I've been planning since the day I met her. She noticed her actions and shamefully turned her head away.
"You don't have to look away from me." I whispered, turning her back to face me by her chin. I can tell by the look on her face that she wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. I'm glad because words were the last thing that needed to be exchanged.
I scooted closer to her body and draped my arm over the cushion that rested behind her body. Her body was emitting anxiety with a hint of fear. Those emotions were adding fuel to my hunger for her. Leaning closer to her, I pressed my lips to hers. First, she was unresponsive but soon engaged with me. I got her right where I want her and she's not even aware of it.
Maree
My mind was going a mile a minute during this kiss. It's like I wanted this but I didn't want it. Pulling away would have made the moment awkward and I didn't want to send off the wrong message. So willingly, I went along with the kiss.
Since I didn't push him away, he took that as an initiative to snake his tongue in my mouth. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate. His large hands roamed my body, starting from my thighs and making their way up. His fingers wafted through my messy hair, pushing my face closer to him.
Noises outside of the house caused the moment to fade. I placed my palms flat on my chest and tried to regulate my breathing. His bottom lip was wedged firmly between his pearly whites. The noises grew louder in depth. Glancing at the time, I started to panic.
"Oh shit, Chris! You need to go!" I whispered, hurriedly pushing him from the couch. He grabbed his Blackberry before I pulled him to the backdoor in the kitchen. The jingling of my mother's keys never sounded so loud. I pushed him out of the door and smiled at him.
"Text me later." I whispered before quickly closing the door. In the process of locking it back, my mother walked into the kitchen. She looked exhausted from work but my actions added confusion to her face.
"What were you doin' outside?" she asked with skepticism lacing her tone. Think on your feet, Ree.
"Ma, I was throwing away some trash. I burnt a batch of brownies and they were smellin' kinda bad so I threw them away out back." I sighed, invisibly patting myself on the back for such a well done lie.
"Whatever. Nobody told you to drink two sodas either. For one, it's not healthy. Two, they're mine. Now, go upstairs to your room." she ordered, taking off her jacket. I nodded obediently and made my way to my bedroom. A broad smile spread on my face once my back was against the door. That kiss was everything.
Chris
Smirking devilishly, I licked my lips. I could still taste her. Her lovely fragrance was still pungent on my clothing. I refocused the scope and went back to my previous activity. Her smile said it all. She enjoyed that kiss as much as I did. I watched as she walked to her bed and happily threw herself down. Yeah, I definitely got her right where I want her.