My hand slid down my red floral dress as i eyed my reflection. 'Am i insane?' The same question traveled through my mind. I am having dinner with my ethics and morality teacher, and the worst thing i have ever done. IS LYING TO MY PARENTS! i never actually lied to them. "You look nice," My father said stumbling in my room. "You said you were going to poetry slam?"

"What- oh yes, a poetry slam. Its really educated, if i do say so myself." A small smile formed on my lips, "Do i look okay daddy?" He gives a thumbs up drinking his beer. "Thanks daddy." He nodded and twirled around walking to him and my mother's room. "So, i am so screwed." I whispered grabbing my jacket shrugging it on, "I need something strong to get through this," Slowly creeping to the kitchen i grab a small 'airport' bottle of whiskey gulping it, shivering like crazy as it floods through my veins, body and head. The vibrating startling the living hell out of me, knowing what does that mean. Andrew is outside. I had to be honest with myself My slender waist and thighs are exhausted and weak from a night of cloud dancing. Meaning i touched myself thinking of him, which makes me nervous as hell, to only think about it.... while i am staring at him. I walk out of the house and climbed into the car, my lip swollen from chewing it. "Hello."

"My house?" Where else? I nodded with a small smile turning to the window as i shook my head in disbelieve, what the hell am i doing? Oh right i am going to hell soon. Biting the bottom of my lip hoping someone should break the tension. Oh crap... i slowly turned to him feeling his hand on my leg. Yeah that break the tension alright. "How was your day?"

"You know, good." Touch myself... "Good."

"I am glad to hear that." Yeah...

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As i walked into his house once again, i could smell the scent of tomato and herbs. "Wow." I breathed as he removed my jacket without permission.

"I hope you like spaghetti and meat balls." He said biting his lip. "I made it myself, i do cook." His lips formed a sensual pout as he grabbed my hand haling me down the hallway and towards the kitchen, pushing me down in the chair, so demanding. "Wine?"

"I would love some, thank you." He nodded popping the cap, slowly pouring it in the glass he looked up to me and smiled. "What?" Why would i ask 'what?' maybe he just like looking at you freak. I rolled my eyes at myself and picked the glass up sipping on it.

By the wise words; “He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.” i wanted him to burn me. I have felt like this, this is insane, why am i insane! "You okay?"

"Yes." I nodded instantly. "Just thinking of-" You. "Sheets."

His brow arched in confusion. "Sheets? What is so special about sheets."

"No clue." I shrugged shaking my head side to side. "No freaking clue,"

"Please don't be nervous around me, i am just a man." I looked up with my eyes wide. Just a man? Yeah right, God of Hotness, just a man. "Taste." I nodded as he stuck the wooden spoon in my mouth without warning, i moan slightly sucking the sauce off. "You like to suck, i love a girl who sucks." Say what now. "How does it taste?" Damn it Andrew, stick to a damn personality!

"It taste... yum." Licking my lips as i say the worst word ever. Yum.

He turns around and nodded, "I am sure you taste yum as well."

"What the-" He turned back to me making me bite both my lips. "Awesome." I nodded as he placed the plate in front of me. He sat across from me handing me a fork. "Thank you, i have to ask." You always have to ask right? "Why invite me to dinner?"

"Because you are interesting, like a puzzle, a puzzle i want to complete, a few pieces missing but i can work with it." I am a puzzle, i am the most uncomplicated girl on planet earth .

"Just say i am a clock, so you can see what makes me tick." He looked up from his food. "It was a joke." I whispered lowering my head taking a bite of the meatball. "Taste amazing."

"Can you cook?"

"Yes." i nodded. "An egg." I smiled. "And water."

"Is that supposed to be a joke?"

"No," I whispered. "And i can make microwave noodles, its really easy." I whispered licking my lips.

Andrew chuckled taking a sip of his wine. "Stay the night."

Choking on my meatball i gulped the wine. "What now?"

"Stay the night, here with me."

"What does 'stay the night, here with me' entails?"

"Sex."

Yeah Andrew, tell me what you really think. No he did. He wants sex. I. am. so. screwed.

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