Michael stared at me with his big brown eyes. He was scared, frightened. His breathing rapid, and his heartbeat apparently competing with my own to see which one could pump the blood fastest without causing neither of us to pass out. His fear, and my excitement, only intensifying every movement, every touch. I would go insane, if he didn’t get off me! But I didn’t want him to get off, and he could see in my eyes, the conflicting emotions.

He covered my mouth with his hand once again, and whispered something in my ear. It must’ve been something along the lines of ‘I’ll get off if you promise to be quiet’, though in all honesty I wasn’t paying much attention to anything that was going on. I was lost somewhere, outside of my body, and I could feel my heart rising up to my throat, the blood pumping harder and harder in my ears, and I couldn’t hear, or see anything.

Get off, me just get off me…

No. Don’ do it. Stay….

And then the idiot did the worst thing he could have done. When he whispered, he unintentionally brushed his nose against my neck. The urge, the craving, the wantonness. Things I’d only been able to feel, or ‘understand’ indirectly through books, or movies… it all sprung the moment I felt his breath against my skin, and culminated in that awful electrifying feeling of guilty pleasure, and helpless paralysis. Michael had no idea of what he had done. How could he? It was all so alien to us! More him, than me, it seemed. All he was worried about, was keeping me quiet so Ana wouldn’t come in.

I involuntarily pushed him off the bed, almost gasping desperately for air as I clutched my chest, as if doing that, would make any difference on its fast pace. “I’m sorry, I— …You wouldn’t be quiet!” He blurted out, standing up from the floor, and rubbing his back. I burst out laughing, and fell on the floor. Might as well’ve proclaimed that day the official “Erratic Behavior Day”. We were both acting like idiots! And it had all been due to the lack of communication.

“Samantha!” He hissed, threatening to cover up my mouth again. He was making it seem as it were a bad thing. I just laughed. I knew I wouldn’t’ve minded, if it meant him kissing me again, and triggering that rush. “OK,OK! Jeez, Michael. Relax!” I said, letting out a bitter, and frustrated sigh. Curses… “You want to come over for dinner? I’m sure the moment you set up foot in the house everyone will know we’re now an ‘official’ couple. ” I said that in the most sarcastic tone possible. I even acted out the little quotation marks with my middle, and index fingers for emphasis.

Michael only chuckled, and rolled his eyes, taking a seat beside me, and sitting me on his lap. He sighed. I assumed he was glad it was all over. I could see how the weight of the world had finally been lifted from his shoulders, as that glare in his eyes began to fade, and soften up.

“Finally!” Ana and Carmilla burst into the room all of a sudden, startling Michael and I, while in the middle of a hug. He instinctively pushed me away, and I glared at him. The two girls had been listening to everything. I didn’t even know Carmilla had come over! That sneaky little vampire. She probably came over to get me, and plotted with Ana spy on the two ‘love birds’, as they referred to us, when she told her I’d dropped by, but supposedly gone home. Were my actions so predictable? Maybe I should’ve closed the window…

“Oh, Michael, we caught you guys red-handed!” They giggled, and spoke in that teasing, taunting ‘singy-songy’ voice; pointing their little accusing fingers at us, and squealing with delight. They were more excited about the whole thing than we were! We were more concerned with being cautious about the matter. We were putting everything at stake. Simply dumping all we had on the table. There was a fifty-fifty chance, and Michael never gambled anything with those kinds of odds. Then again, he never gambled unless he knew he was going to win, so that gave me some comfort, and security.

“The two of you, out of my room. Now.” Michael stood up, angrily, and stomped his way to the door, shutting it rather hard, and loudly. Hard enough, that I think I felt the house shake a bit. The two girls, terrified, ran next door to Ana’s room, and locked themselves inside. He grumbled, and sat back on the floor.

“So…” He cleared his throat, and stretched, grabbing me by the waist, and sitting me back on his lap. Everything was back to normal again.“…you were saying somethin’ about dinner tonight?” He rested his chin on my shoulder, and looked at me with that innocent look on his eyes. The kind of look he always pulled out when he wanted me to forgive him. “No. Sorry, Michael. You ruined everything.” I said with hints of sarcasm in every other word, teasing him— playing with him, as I shrugged, crossing my arms, and shook my head.

“Whaaaat?”

“You heard me. No dinner for you tonight.”