TWINSANITY

Chapter 13: Damion

KALISIA

“I'm going to ask you again, what the hell are you doing in my room?!” I was frightened by him being here, yet really turned on. I've never had a boy in my room before. This was kind of exciting. I don't know how he got here, but I liked it.

I think being home-schooled my entire life has made me into a slut, because I wanted him to jump me right here. I wanted to grab him and screw his brains out on this bed right now. I'm a virgin, obviously, but I didn't care. I felt myself dripping between my thighs, hot, desperate, wanting him.

“I just couldn't wait to see you.” Oh, that response made me melt even more.

“How do you know where I live?!” I asked.

He was acting weird, almost nervous. The Devon I talked to at school was egotistical and confident. This Devon, I think I like him more. He's giving me a sweet, innocent, cute vibe. What game is he playing? “I use to take tutoring classes here with your dad.”

What?! Why didn't he mention that to me before? Why didn't dad when I told him I wanted to go to prom with him?

“Is it okay if I stay for a bit and just talk?”

Oh, we can do more than talk.

“Or do you want me to leave?” He said nervously.

What DO I want?

“I guess since you're already here why not stay.” I responded without even a thought. I didn't want to talk myself out of it. This is like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. There's a boy in my room! This screams danger, but I didn't care.

“Thanks, I just didn't feel like being alone.” He murmured. He was like a lost cute little puppy. I liked this Devon. Maybe he was putting on a front, because he was at school and wanted to look all bad in front of our peers.

“Why would you be alone?” I asked.

“My parents are gone, and I live alone.” Wow, I had no idea. Why didn't he tell me this at school?

“Really? I didn't know that. Where are your parents?” He looked so sad and lonely. That killed my horniness, but it made my heart skip a few beats.

“They died in a car crash a little over 2 years ago.” He replied.

“Oh my gosh. That's horrible. Just like my mom.” I paused. “Drunk driver.” I took a deep breath to ask him, “what happened to your parents?”

“I'm not comfortable talking about it just yet. Would you be okay if we laid down, and just cuddled?” He obviously wasn't ready to open up about what happened to them, and I didn't want to press. But it was nice to get to know him a little better.

I've never cuddled with a boy before. I'm not even sure what that means. Do we lay flat on our back side by side and just touch arms? Does he lay back and spread his legs, and I lay between them on his chest? Does he lay down facing me, while I face away as he wrap his arms around me? I was over-analyzing the situation like mom would, but I was scared. I wanted to do it right. I've never even held hands with a boy before.

I've seen movies, but they're different. And if there were any romantic scenes in those movies, mom would always turn them off. I caught a few glimpses of Dirty Dancing and Ghost, but that was about it.

What do I do?!

“Um, sure.” I responded.

He walked over to me standing a foot to the left of my bed and jumped on it. He laid down with his arms above his head with one leg hanging off the bed. Do I like lay on top of him? He motioned for me to lay next to him, and he lifted his leg up onto the bed. I glared at his shoes as he kicked them off his feet onto the floor. He sure is making himself comfortable. I guess he expects to stay a little while.

I hovered above him, I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. What do I do? I needed someone to tell me what to do?!

He laid his arm across the left side of the bed and gestured with his eyes to lay on it. Okay, finally a sign. I walked over and slid next to him with my head over his arm and my left hand on top of his hard chest. It was actually uncomfortable, but I didn't care. I was facing him as he looked down at me. I could feel his breath hit my forehead. He smelled SO good, like that Axe body spray I use to spray on things at Walmart. This was nice.

His eyes were so beautiful; a very bright aqua blue color. He just looked at me. At first, I felt uneasy the way he was looking at me, but then I felt my heart pounding so heavy in my chest.

Is this what love feels like?

If it is? I love love. He started leaning in closer to me as we locked eyes. Was he going to kiss me?! If so, this would be my first kiss, and I so wanted it. This was incredibly romantic. But he gently kissed my forehead, holding his mouth on it for a few seconds, it was warm and soft. Then he pulled back with worry in his eyes.

“It's okay.” I reassured him, but he looked away from me towards my empty wall. It looked as if he was fighting back tears almost. As if he was in pain.

We laid there for quite some time, just holding each other. I ended up lying on his chest as his arm was making my neck hurt. He had very muscular and hard arms. Earlier in the day, he had a polo and school jacket on, but now he was wearing a denim button up shirt with a black leather jacket.