He asked the same question again,and she stayed frozen.
"Well,I haven't had a first kiss before,but-"
"Can I kiss you,MM?" He asked her
"Why now?"
"I feel like it's the right thing to do now," he said,his voice very husky. "Besides,you can't expect me to stay cool if you keep teasing me with these thin nightgowns. I mean,the fabric is so-"
"Yes"
He chuckled as he brought her face very close to hers even more and kissed her.
She stayed in a place for about fifteen seconds before she actually started to move her lips.
"Relax,MM. I got you" Damien said against her lips.
He held her waist tight as he deepened the kiss.
He ran his other hand through her hair,and she let out a soft moan.
Immediately,she widened her eyes and pulled away.
"I am so sorry!," She cried out. "Is that allowed?" She asked
"Yes,MM.. It's normal" he said and brought her face back to his as he continued to kiss her
He bit her lower lip,and she stiffened before actually continuing to kiss him.
This felt good.
So so so good.
And he didn't wanna let go of her, because at that moment,she felt fragile.
"What do I do?" She asked
"Whatever you want" he said.
She nodded as he continued to kiss her.
Her hands stayed on his waist as she hummed a song.
"What is that?" He asked as he leaned his forehead on hers.
"You said I could do whatever I want," she said. "So I'm humming the SpongeBob theme song"
Damien chuckled as they gave each other some space
"That's cute,MM" he chuckled as she continued to hum it.
"Wait.. I just had my first kiss! And it was in my room!" She exclaimed as Damien watched her.
She looked so excited,and sometimes,this was all he needed; a sane person who was actually very cute.
And then,his mind wandered back to his notable facts about her.
Fact three: Melanie Martins was a good kisser.
She was smiling to herself,and then she frowned.
"Wait," she furrowed her brows. "Does this mean I'm a bad girl? My mother will certainly not want that!"
"No,it doesn't mean you're a bad girl" Damien chuckled.
"Oh," she nodded. "Okay"
She got her novel from the nightstand and began to read.
"What novel are you on now?" Damien asked, playing with a strand of hair on his head.
"Oh,I'm rereading Pride and Prejudice" she shrugged.
He nodded and sighed.
"What are your plans for college?"
She looked up at him, surprised he was interested.
"Well," she said. "You know Thompson College?"
He nodded and smiled.
"My cousin is a senior there," he said. "Everyone wants to go there"
Mel chuckled.
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The Girl Who Wheeled
Teen FictionPermanently bruised by a tragic accident, Melanie Martins felt useless. She was the girl who people stared at in public,the girl who didn't need a chair because she was permanently sitting on one with wheels. She became so isolated that her parents...
