Diary of a Vampeen by Christin Lovell Page B

I thought had been a revelation
last night. I lightened the touch of my lips to his, pulling away
between locks yet leaving my eyes closed. Our breathing was heavy
as he kissed me one last time gently and then lifted me from under
him onto my side. I now was lying on my left side and he was lying
beside me, holding me so I wouldn’t roll off the couch.
    He was the first one to speak.
“Umm..wow. That was, uh.. breathtaking. I’ve kissed you before, but
it was um… well, uh, never like that,” he stuttered between
pants.
    I blushed as the reality of what
happened set in. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
    Our breathing was still a bit inflated
and my heart still raced despite being able to speak calmly. I was
in awe of this new man before me. I didn’t feel like I was kissing
a boy I was prepared to dump, which had me looking at him in a new
light. My only concern was, was what I felt lust or did I actually
care for Mike in that capacity?
    Holding me tight with his right arm he
released his left and began pulling my hair away from my face. I
remained still, gazing at him while I mentally deciphered my
reaction to his touch. Though we weren’t kissing, this silent
moment held the same intimacy. His hand slid down to caress my
face.
    Amidst his admiration he whispered,
“You really are beautiful.”
    I didn’t respond, still absorbing what
was happening and debating my intentions silently. I heard a
buzzing noise off in the distance. It took me a minute to realize
it was my phone still resting on the island.
    “My phone!” I gasped, snapping out of
my trance. I nearly fell jumping up off the couch and stumbling
into the kitchen. I grabbed my phone to my ear without checking the
ID hoping I caught the call in time.
    “Hello?!” I asked panting from the
commotion.
    “Hey Lexi. It’s Kellan.” He paused.
“Are you okay?”
    “Hey Kellan. I’m fine. Just was trying
to get to the phone in time. What’s up?” I asked as my breath
slowed back to normal. I turned to see Mike watching me intently
from the couch; he had moved to an upright position.
    “What does he want?” Mike whispered. I
shrugged my shoulders awaiting Kellan’s response.
    “Are you done with your monologue
yet?”
    “Yea. I finished it the other night.
Do you need help with yours?” I offered.
    “No. I’m good.”
    “Ok. Let me know if you change your
mind.” Though I was talking to Kellan, my mind was entirely focused
on Mike and his intense gaze locked on me. It felt odd to have the
sudden mental switch between the two guys.
    “I will. I’ll talk to you later,” he
said.
    “Umm… ok,” I responded, closing the
phone in confusion. Was that really all he called for? Why was
everyone acting so strange lately? It’s still one giant puzzle to
me.
    “What was that about?” Mike asked
reflecting the same dismay I showcased.
    “I’m not really sure,” I replied. I
looked down realizing I was still in my PJs. “Um, you want to hang
out in my room for a bit? I need to shower and change.”
    “Sure,” he agreed with a
grin.
    “Don’t get your hopes up. You’re not
seeing anything,” I warned as we walked up the stairs.
    He chuckled. “I suspected
that.”
    “Oh, well good.”
    Once in my room, Mike sprawled across
my bed commenting on how comfortable and big it was while I dug in
my closet for an outfit. I settled on a pair of navy blue yoga
pants, though I’d never actually done yoga, with a plain white
t-shirt. I grabbed panties and a bra, hiding them within my shirt,
and hurried into the bathroom.
    I rushed in the shower not wanting
Mike to snoop and brushed my teeth thoroughly in the event of
another make-out session. I folded my pjs neatly leaving them on
the bathroom counter. As I exited, I realized I was right to rush.
Mike was walking around my room analyzing every picture and
accessory. It was strange seeing a guy in my room. Until now, only
Mel and my parents had been in it.
    I sat down on my bed prepared