I think I regretted it. I regretted everything I said. The way he makes a hole through my brain, it's suffocating. It's suffocating. The stare, the pout, the frown, he was giving me pressure. I wonder what happened to his 'if it's too hard to say, you don't have to'?
He is surely persistent. He didn't lied when he said that. And he really meant every word he said. I looked down to my soup that he made. It's look...disgusting, but it's edible. I took a spoon and forced myself to eat.
"Is it good?" he asked, coldly. Is he perhaps...sulking?
"Um." I answered awkwardly.
"Okay." I tried to hide myself with my damp curtain bang, but he stroked my bangs and slid it behind my ears. "Eat slowly." he said, finally back to his normal tone.
I looked at him and smiled wider.
"Should we go on a date?" His hand played with my long black hair.
"Date? Where?" I looked down at my soup. I don't think I can eat another spoon. My stomach is churning so bad and I think I will throw up if I keep eating.
"Anywhere you want to go." Anywhere?
Anywhere...
I laughed softly. I never had a date before so I never thought about where I should go if I had one. I never thought that I would get a boyfriend.
Am I even able to love someone?
"I don't know...anywhere is fine. I don't mind it, as long as it isn't crowded."
"Then, I know where we should go. Let's finish the soup first and we're up to go, okay?"
I pushed the bowl since I'm done. I can't anymore.
"Why? Is it bad? Does it taste bad?"
"No, I'm just full." I said, stood up from the table with my bowl.
"Sit down, baby. You only ate three spoons, sit down. Let's eat some more. You barely eat, and you haven't eaten for four days."
I looked at him with a smirk. "Sorry, this baby is full."
"Okay then let me feed you?"
I stared at him with a frown. Does he even understand what I said?
"I said I'm full."
"And I said you barely eat and you haven't eaten for four days, so eat more." He said, stood up and dragged his chair next to me. "Sit down."
He grabbed my bowl and sat.
"Sit down." he gave another command. I sat unwillingly, and glared at him. He took a spoon of the soup and fed himself first.
Then he took another spoon and tried to feed me as I refused to open my mouth. He then fed himself another bite and grabbed my face and put his lips on mine.
"Wha-" As I being a stupid bitch, trying to ask him what the fuck is he doing, he took the opportunity and feed me the soup, as he slid in his tongue with it, twirling and making contact with mine.
I tasted the soup and swallowed it. He kissed me forcefully at first and then, he cupped face and tilted his head and kissed me softly and gently. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.
"Should I feed you like this then?" he asked, breathless. I was stunned but I think I want it more. I nodded slowly as he let go of my face and back to the bowl and I sat facing him, waiting for another spoon. And finally emptied the bowl.
What would it taste like if we exclude the soup? I wonder.
I stared at his hands which stopped moving.
"Huh?" I looked up at him and he smirked.
"What?" He pushed the bowl and leaned to his chair, laughing.
"Baby, your thoughts are leaking out." I'm puzzled. Unable to understand what he said.
His chin started to tilt towards mine. His lips parted. "I want to know what it feels like too but I think it will taste like soup." he whispered.
I feel like I might cry and die because of this embarrassment. My god.
He laughed with me and leaned back. "Give me a second, okay, I'll be right back." he sighed, kissed me on my forehead and went to the bathroom. I slammed my face on the table as I waited for him like a loyal dog.
I never knew that kiss felt so good. My heart thumped so hard as I waited for him, and he came out with a smile on his face, lifted me up and put me on the table. He was going to kiss her, and it felt so weird but I wanted to taste it so badly…He locked his gaze on me as he smiled and sighed.
"I think I might get greedy so I warned you, if it's getting too deep, you can push me away." he whispered. I nodded and he put his lips against mine and I already could smell a minty scent from his breath. He cupped my face and as if he's reaching for something more, he pulled me closer and kissed me harder. His lips are warm and so soft-his hair brushes against my face. I try to focus. But I can't. I don't know what I am doing. This is my first kiss but…
I move my lips against his, wanting more, but more of what? He steps closer, until our bodies touch, then his other hand slides behind my waist, pulling me even closer still. I am lost in his kiss, and all my defenses give way before this hot, hungry mystery that lies between us. His tongue dominating my territory, taking over and leaving me breathless again. And then he pulls away, slowly, as if loath to do so. He bite my lower lips and chuckles.
"I feel like I'm teaching something bad to you..." he kissed my cheek. I look at him uneasily. I wasn't used to this. No! That sounds wrong. I never did this! And he looked like he knew that fact, smiling mischievously as he left a kiss trail down to my neck and my collar bone. Then he came back, kissed my eyes and laughed at me.
But I was still trying to reach out to him awkwardly, as my eyes lowered as my lips moved closer to him.
"About your question...th-the nightmare..." He hummed as he listened to me. His eyes danced all over my face, enjoying my reaction.
I think I am greedy after all.
"Will you give me a reward if I tell you about it?"
He looked puzzled but after some time, he nodded and kissed my forehead.
"I will...I'll give you a reward that will make you forget about the nightmare."