• He pulled into my drive and cut off the car. I got out and went to the door. Of course, there was a note on it.

    Hun,
    I'll be gone for a while. Donna went to the ER while we were at work, she had really low blood sugar. I had to assist her but while she was unconscious I ran back here to leave you a note. You know the rules:
    1. Only Ellie and Damien over
    2. No parties w/o me
    3. No trashing anything

    Love you!!!!

    I tore off the note passing it to Damien for him to read. I unlocked the door and walked in, throwing my bag on the floor, heading to the kitchen.
    "Wow, sounds bad, especially if your mom has to stay that long." Damien said throwing the note away. I nodded in agreement and opened the refrigerator. I stuck my head in and examined the contents of it.
    "What do you want? We have milk, leftovers, orange juice, cheese, sandwich meat, hotdogs, yogurt, and something that I think is spaghetti." I listed off to Damien, sliding a orange juice container to the side and making sure that the "spaghetti" was still edible.
    "Nah, none of that." he replied opening the pantry.
    "Three boxes of strawberry poptarts?" he asked pulling one out.
    "Yes, I have an odd fetish, I know." I said grabbing a frozen waffle, remembering I didn't get to finish mine.
    "I have a fetish too, though, I don't find it the least bit weird." he said, putting the poptart box down and slowly making his way over to me. I put my waffles in the toaster and turned around, leaning my back against the counter. He smiled and put his hands on the counter to either side of my waist.
    "And what is this non-weird fetish?" I asked. His grin got bigger as he leaned his head towards mine. My breath caught in my throat and I leaned ever so closer, waiting for the kiss of my life. Just then my waffle popped out of the toaster, scaring the crud out of me. I yelped and Damien jumped backwards about 10 inches, surprised. He blushed and shoved his hand into his pockets. I turned around and bit my lip, unsure of what to say. Why does this keep happening? Does God hate me? Or is it Karma? What the ******** did I do to Karma? I wondered. I sighed quietly and took my waffle into the living room. I sat on the couch and picked up the remote, turning on the TV, and flipping through the channels. Damien sat next to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. We sat there, watching the screen turn colors as I changed the channels. When my finger got tired I'd pass it to Damien and he would continue for me. We got all the way to the 300's and decided there was nothing on. I turned off the TV and turned to Damien.
    "So what do we do?" I asked him. He smiled and shrugged.
    "There's tons of things we could do." he replied wrapping both arms around me. Without any explanation I got up and started for the hallway.
    "Where are you going?" Damien asked frantically. He jumped over the back of the couch and followed me to my room.
    "I don't know exactly, i just felt like I needed to go to my room." I told him, laying across the right side of my bed. He joined me and we both stared at the white, motionless ceiling.
    "This is actually pretty calming." he confessed, slipping his hand in mine. When our fingers intertwined and a giddy feeling washed over me. It felt like everything in the word had stopped, like this moment could be savored forever. It felt like my present and my future was quite literally in my hands. I looked over at Damien who had his eyes closed now, but still facing the ceiling. I admired his features, starting with his hair, until I found myself staring at his lips. Every inch of me was telling me to go for it, just kiss him. I gently leaned closer and his eyes opened. He smiled at me and then went back to watching the ceiling, which was still as white and motionless as it was before. I turned my body towards him and propped myself up with my elbow. He didn't react to my movement this time, he just laid there. I slowly leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. He didn't open his eyes to that either, instead he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my body against his. The kiss got deeper as I pulled myself on top of him. His tongue slid into my mouth. His tongue played with mine, sending this hot, shocking sensation through my body. I put my hands on his and moved his hands from my back to my butt. He seemed to have no arguments. I gasped as he kissed from my mouth down my neck. He kissed a spot behind my ear and my body had its own reaction. It pressed into him harder, and the more he kissed that one spot, the closer I tried to get. I kissed him on the lips again and slid my tongue in his mouth. He moaned with pleasure as I licked his bottom lip, then he flipped me over to where he was on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him like my life depended on it. That was the best night of my whole entire life.