Dirty Little Secret

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:

We spend the next few minutes kissing, fighting to be in control. I smile against his lips. I can feel his silent question of what we are actually doing but to be honest, I don't know. I sit on his lap and move close to him. His hands move from resting on my lower back to my hips, drawing small comforting circles. I lean into him. He pulls away from me and gives me a smile. I smile back at him. The tip of his nose touches my own, his fingers snake through my hair. Not a minute later I feel his lips on my neck. I can feel his heavy breathing on my ear just as he bites my earlobe. His hand sneaks under the back of my shirt and presses against the small of my back.
My mind drifts towards the door, what would my parents do if they suddenly came down the stairs? They seemed okay with whatever this is and he has a girlfriend. Instantly guilt spreads through me. Where had he told Erica he is? When she told me he couldn't do his job, what does he think that causes him to not.. well, do his job? I pull away from him, thinking about what she said...

He stops moving his hands on my back and looks at me. "What's wrong?"

“Just thinking.”

"About what?"

“Something someone said to me.”

"Which was?" I don’t say anything. How can I tell him what his girlfriend told me?
"Lani?"

“Your girlfriend told me something..”
"What did she say?" His hands tighten on my sides as he looks at me. I don’t look at him. He turns my head, making me look at him.
“What did she say Lani-bear?”

"Just about something I've experienced first-hand," I tell him, seeing if he could work out what I meant.

“Lani just tell me what exactly she said.”

"If you can work it out, I'll tell you." He frowns and his eyebrows furrow, a sign he's trying to think. I look at him while he is trying to figure it out. A smile appears on his face telling me he's figured it out.

"Figure it out?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows slightly.

“Yes.”
“So?” When he doesn't reply, just watches me for a moment, I nudge him. "Well? What did you think of?" I press. He motions to us.

"What?" I scrunch my nose up. "You think she was talking about our friendship?"

“Yeah?”

"Er, not exactly," I tell him.

“Then what?”

"What have we done?" I whisper in his ear, trailing my finger down his neck.

“Oh…”

He blinks and clears his throat. "She spoke to you about our.. personal stuff?

“A little.”

"What did she say, exactly?" Should I tell him?

I purse my lips and look up at him. "Well.."
"Spit it out, Lani."

“About you not doing your job.” I say quickly.

"My job?" He frowns. "What does that mean?"

“Do I really have to tell you?”

He nods. "Tell me." I sigh.

"Come on, Lani. I want to know what you mean. What she meant."

“Okay…” I say. “Takes place in a certain room with a bed…”

"What?" His head snaps towards me. "She thinks I'm rubbish in bed?"

My heart drops.

His whole face shows how hurt he is at finding this out. I frown and poke his cheeks. When his eyes lift to meet mine, he asks; "Do you think I'm rubbish?"