The Last Kiss (Chapter 4)

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THE FiRST KiSS

Kirsten and Arielle helped me to bring Lance upstairs, to my bedroom, and onto my bed. We struggled in taking every step as we tried to balance his weight on our shoulders at the same time. I sighed in relief as we already passed the stairs. Arielle opened my room, ran to the bed and patted its mattress. And we lied Lance carefully on it.

“Wew!” Kirsten released a heavy sigh, rubbing an imaginary sweat out on her forehead. “This guy will gonna pay.”

I watched Lance as he sleeps peacefully on my bed. His chest went up and down as he took every breath. His hands rested on his sides, like he’s in a coffin. I laughed at myself. He’s probably the hottest dead on Earth.

I looked at his close eyes and luscious eyelashes that were almost touching his cheeks, deciding whether I should sleep or spend the remainder of the night just sitting and watching him. I wondered if I ever get use of his devastatingly handsome figure – his smooth olive skin, brown shiny hair, and lean sculpted body. I was wondering what the taste of his lips is. Oh! The thought of it makes me smile.

I was snapped back into the present when Arielle clicked his middle finger and thumb in front of my face. It’s like I was being freed from a hypnotic power that lulled me into a fantasy.

“Oh-huh!” she tsked. “You’re planning something aren’t you? I could tell it through your face.”

“What’s that mouth-gaping-open thing all about, huh, Riley?” Kirsten laughed at me. She picked a pillow which lied beside Lance and threw it on me. Before it could even land on my face, I caught it with my hands. I pulled it against my chest, wrapping my arms around it tightly and burying my mouth and nose to its softness.

“Hope I can stop myself.” I smiled teasingly.

“Shut up.” Kirsten laughed. “Don’t you ever think of doin’ that… thing on your mind. Gosh, Riley!”

“Whaaaat”, I laughed out loud, and then hushed myself, covering my mouth when I saw Lance moved. “I just sleep-” I motioned to the couch behind me. “-here on the couch.”

“Just make sure of it.” Arielle said.

“Mom!” I shouted when I saw my mom peering through the door, warning the girls not to press the topic anymore.

“Girls, time to go home.” Mom said, poking her head inside. Although her eyes were red and tired, her voice was still vivacious. She leaned on the doorjamb and added, “Your moms called.”

“Bye, girls!” I peeked into their cheeks.

They were making their way to the door when Arielle turned around to face me and said teasingly, “Take care of our friend, Rile.”

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