Red Dress

Chapter 23

Arden

We had been playing cards for several hours before our parents called it a night. Oliver, Sam, Harper and I stayed behind to play more games and drink. Oliver was the only one not drinking. Him and Sam seemed to be getting along or it could have been the alcohol talking. I was already buzzing.
"I'm going now I can barely keep my eyes open." He stood up and walked off. I took one final gulp and mumbled my goodnight. I followed him up the stairs only alot slower. By the time I got to the door. He was on the bed. Sleeping without actually going under the covers. I walked into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I wore a purple night dress.Once I got out Oliver was splayed all over the bed snoring and mumbling. I sat on him. He opened one eye.
"Your kind of heavy."
"Are you calling me fat." I remarked. His eyes opened wide. "No..I mean..your-."I cut him off with a kiss, nothing too deep. He deepened the kiss. I slowly got off him with out letting go of his lips.
"We should stop your drunk." He said. He moved away from me and got comfortable. I was left feeling rejected. I climbed back on top of him.
"Arden." He warned
I began leaving kisses on his neck. I slipped my hands under his shirt and began to caress his chest. I was losing myself to his sent. I reached out my hand and pulled his hair a bit. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted slightly. I lifted his shirt a little bit and I left wet kisses on his waistline. He stopped me from going any further.
"We should stop the walls are thin." I kissed his lips.
"Then keep quiet." My hand left his chest and began it's journey to his boxers. I was barely paying attention to what he was saying. All I was thinking about is how badly I wanted him.
"Your drunk." He said pushing me away from him. I groaned.
"Your no fun."
He looked away and climbed into the bed.
"What is it show me. You have a tail? There's a face some were on your body. Or is your dick small." He froze.
"Well is it. I don't mind I work with what I have."
"Arden your drunk..I don't think now is the best time to have such a conversation."
"On the contrary!" I tried to get under the covers but got lazy halfway.
"Come on tell me."
He looked at me. He slowly took his shirt off. He had a large scar on his shoulder. He put his shirt back on.
"Wait.." I quickly placed my fingers on his scar. It looked painful.
"Is it still sore?"
"No."
I looked at him.
"Is this why?"
He slowly turned. His back had more but they were all healed.
"Who did this?"
"My mother..." Had i not been paying attention i probably would not have heard him.
"I was a child. I don't remember much." He pulled his shirt down.
"What I do remember was the cops coming to the house and taking her away screaming."
I felt bad. I might have pressured him to answer.
"I'm sorry I did not know."
He pulled me under and covered me with the blanket.
"Don't be, to be honest with you I don't remember much."
"Ooh?"
"Yeah."
I cuddled closer to him. He was a lot warmer then me.
"You know I don't mind the scar." I whispered.
"I do."
"Well don't. It makes you look cool."
"I don't feel cool or sexy for that matter."
"Your very sexy." I slurred.
"Thank you."
"Does this mean your dick is big?"
He groaned and turned to me.
"We should get some sleep."

"I'm assuming it is then."
"Goodnight Arden."