I am his

06

As Naomi walked into my room, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly put out my cigarette. Her presence lit up the room, and I couldn't help but smile at her. She closed the door behind her, and we settled on my bed, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth.
    "He comes back and acts like he can tell me what to do," she said, frustration evident in her voice, as her hands gently traced over my chest.
   I wanted to hold her hands, but I kept myself in check, asking, "Have you told him how you feel?"
   "No," she sighed, "he's an asshole who I hate, and I can't believe my mom let him back in like that."
   I looked into her eyes, feeling the urge to comfort her, "Maybe she missed him. It might be as hard for her as it is for you."
    She scoffed, "She probably doesn't miss him like that. It's been years since she's been with someone; she's probably drier than a dried-out raisin."
     Trying to ease the tension, I playfully got on top of her and grinned, saying, "I'm sure your mom's fine."
    Naomi rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips, "Of course, you'd say that. She loves you and is always talking about how Kaden's so perfect this, he's so that," she teased, touching my face tenderly.
   I couldn't help but smile mischievously, savoring the closeness of our embrace. "Because I am," I whispered playfully, my lips finding her neck, and she ran her fingers through my hair, lost in the moment.
   "It's so annoying," she whispered back, her breath catching as I kissed her. "What would you do if your dad came back from a business trip and acted like nothing happened?"
   I kissed her again, my heart racing with the excitement of our connection. "Then I'd tell him to go fuck himself," I said defiantly, and she beamed at me.
   Her phone rang, interrupting our stolen moment. I didn't want to let go, so I continued kissing her neck while she answered the call.
   "Hey, Dad," she said, and I could hear the tension in her voice.
   "Where are you?" her dad's voice rang through the phone.
   "I'm with a friend," she replied, and I rolled my eyes, silently disagreeing with the term "friend."
   "Babe," I feigned exhaustion, trying to lighten the situation, and she looked at me with a surprised expression.
   "Just come back to bed, and we can talk later," I suggested, pretending to be tired.
   "Stop," she mouthed, but I couldn't resist teasing her further. I kissed up her neck, and she playfully shook her head, knowing what I was up to.
   Her dad's voice grew louder on the phone, "Where the hell are you, Naomi?"
   I decided to push her dad's buttons too. "Oh, shit... I forgot to buy your morning after pill," I smirked, trying not to laugh, and she slapped my arm in mock frustration.

Naomi

After I ended the call with my infuriated father, I turned my attention to Kaden, who had a mischievous grin on his face. "Kaden, why did you do that?" I asked, my annoyance evident.
    "It's fun," he replied, the smirk never leaving his lips.
    "No, it's not funny. My dad thinks we're sleeping together when I'm still a virgin," I said, crossing my arms in frustration.
    His whisper caught me off guard, "I can change that if you want." Instinctively, I playfully hit his arm, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "No, not happening," I stated firmly.
   "Alright," he shrugged, that smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.
    "Stop smirking! It's not happening," I laughed, trying to ease the tension. I noticed him searching in his drawer before he tossed a condom at me.
    "Ew, get this away," I flicked it back at him, my cheeks now burning.
    "Chill, it's a new pack, and they're extra extra—" he began, but I quickly covered his mouth, not wanting to hear the rest of his sentence.
    "I don't want to hear about your dick size," I blurted out, feeling embarrassed and flustered as he surprisingly licked my hand, causing me to pull it away.
    "I was going to say they're very thin, so you feel everything," he whispered, the last part sending a shiver down my spine.
    I gulped nervously, trying to change the subject. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, hoping to distract myself. Unfazed, he put the condom on my stomach, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Get it off me right now," attempting to hide my awkwardness.
   His smirking reply only added to my discomfort. "Only if you try to open it and kiss me at the same time," he said teasingly, making my heart race and my mind whirl with conflicting emotions. Our playful banter had taken a flirtatious turn, and in that charged moment, I couldn't deny the growing attraction between us.
     "Fine," I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I couldn't deny the attraction between us, but I wanted to maintain some semblance of control. So, I leaned in and kissed him, and to my delight, he responded with a soft, tender kiss. As I began to open the condom, he looked at me with surprise.
    "I was joking. Now what am I supposed to do with this?" he teased, playfully waving the condom in my face.
    "Eww, get it away from me," I pushed him away, trying to regain my composure.
    With a playful grin, he continued, "This," waving the condom, "is the thing that stops you from getting pregnant."
   "I know-" I tried to interject, but he cut me off.
    "This stops guys like me fr-" he paused, looking at me with a smile, "only I will be putting beautiful kids inside you," he smirked.
    Feeling a rush of excitement and embarrassment, I quipped, "Maybe I should use it for someone else."
    He gasped, his expression turning serious, "There is no way someone is doing anything to your innocent body."
  "Including you," I smiled teasingly.
  "Yes, includ- no... no," he pouted, torn between playfulness and genuine concern. I couldn't help but smirk, and yet, the situation had become a bit uncomfortable.
    I gestured for him to put the condom away, but instead, he rubbed it on my cheek, sending us both into a fit of laughter. As he dashed downstairs, I followed, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
    "You stupid shit!" I shouted playfully, chasing him through the house. Our laughter filled the air, and when we reached the ground floor, I saw that our families were gathered there. Amanda, my mom, Zack, my father, and Kaden's dad were all present, giving us puzzled looks.
    Caught off guard by the unexpected audience, Kaden looked shocked, and I quickly grabbed the condom from his hand and threw it in the bin, trying to brush off the awkwardness. Despite the embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort knowing that Kaden would always be by my side, teasing, supporting, and loving me through all the twists and turns of life.
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The tension in the room was palpable as Kaden's parents stared at him, disapproval evident in their eyes. "Umm, what the fuck is happening?" Kaden exclaimed, his confusion mixing with frustration.
   "Language! Say hello to your father," his mom chided, trying to maintain some decorum in the awkward situation.
    "Um, hi," Kaden greeted his dad, a man named Mark, who smiled at me, causing me to feel a rush of embarrassment that made me look away.
    The direct question caught us both off guard. "Why were you holding a condom?" my dad inquired, his voice tinged with concern.
    "It's an awkward conversation that I don't really want to talk about," Kaden replied, looking at me for support. I bit my lip, feeling the weight of the situation.
    "Why do you even have condoms, Kaden?" Mark's voice was stern, and Kaden's resentment towards his father was evident.
    "Why else would I have condoms, father? What are they used for?" Kaden retorted, annoyance evident in his tone.
    "Answer the question, Kaden," Mark pressed, his sternness intensifying.
    "Sex, Dad!" Kaden replied, his gaze shifting between his father and me.
    "Go to your room now," Mark ordered, trying to exert control.
    "No, you can't tell me what to do. You weren't even here when I came home the day after having sex for the first time. Guess where mom was?" Kaden's voice wavered with emotion as he looked down.
    "Kaden, please don't," his mom pleaded, but the floodgates had already opened.
    "Mom was at her job, while I had gotten home after being used by my ex for sex. But where the fuck were you?" Kaden's words were laced with pain and disappointment, and I couldn't help but feel for him deeply.
    "Aww, Kaden," I instinctively hugged him, and he wiped away his tears.
    "Room now," Mark repeated, his anger simmering beneath the surface.
    I watched as Kaden picked up his keys, his gaze locked with mine. "Don't even," Mark threatened, trying to control his son.
    "Don't even what?" Kaden smirked, daring to challenge his father's authority.
    "If you walk out that door, Kaden, you won't like what's coming," Mark shouted, but Kaden had reached his breaking point. He walked out, heading towards his car, determined to escape the tense atmosphere.
    I glanced at our parents, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. My mom's angry expression made me look away, and without a second thought, I ran after Kaden, who had found refuge in his car.