A New Type of Curve

Chapter Two

He scowled at me.

I smiled.

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Fifteen minutes and a very bruised ego later, and I was once again snuggled in bed trying to watch season five of the Office.

Key word here was: trying.

"Kitty." Poke.

"Hey, Kitty." A finger stroked my cheek.

"Kitty, can you hear me?" A nose was suddenly pressed to the side of my face.

"Kitty, I would just like you to know that you hurt my feelings back there." Silas breathed, his breath fanning over my face where he still had his nose against my skin. I tried to keep my eyes trained on the screen of my laptop.

Again, keyword here is: tried.

"Kitty." He whispered, wrapping his sweater covered arms around my body and throwing his leg over mine.

Did I mention he was still in my sweatshirt?

"Kitty, I need to talk to you." He whined, but I waited a second before caving and turning to look at him. Right as he stuck his tongue out to lick my cheek, trying to get my attention. Instead, his tongue swept over my mouth.

He froze, his tongue still out after he attempted to lick my face. My eyes widened as I also stilled, the trail his tongue had left felt cold from the air but hot on my lips. My stomach flipped, the position we were in enough to make my heart thrum.

"Um -."

"Kitty-."

We both froze again after trying to speak at the same time. I refrained from licking my lips like I always did when I was nervous.

He just licked your mouth, don't do or say anything that would make it wor-

"Would it help if I licked you back?"

oh.

oh my god.

oh my fuck nut.

what did i just say?

"What?" Silas said, a smile bursting over his mouth. A few more moments ticked by before he leaned his head back and let out a hearty laugh. My cheeks flushed red, and he pulled me closer to him in his hysterics. I crossed my arms with a humph, turning away from him as he rolled around with me in his arms for a few minutes. His laughs made my bed shake, and for a second, I thought about my bed shaking for a whole other reason. 

Alright there Reign. That lick got to your head. 

I'd like him to use that tongue somewhere else. 

I shook my head of the mental images I was thinking about between me and my best friend. Which, is probably not what I should be thinking of in terms of him. Buuut if I'm being honest, the second we both hit puberty - my platonic feelings about him kind of went out the window. Like I said before, it didn't help that he had been my first kiss off a bet at my fourteenth birthday party. 

He was in fact my best friend, and even if I was totally thinking about him in a non-best friend kinda way, I had vowed to stay away from him not too long after he gave me my first kiss.