Kiani
"Give me my tacos, bitch!" I yelled jokingly to Jc, who was in the kitchen making us up some Mexican cuisine.
He handed me a plate, three soft shell tacos laid tastefully on top of the thick plastic thing. Jc smiled at me, "Here you go, your majesty."
I laughed, taking the plate and folding my legs over one another. He sat himself next to me, sitting close next to me and shoving one of his homemade burritos into his mouth.
"I'm so glad we got to do this," I told him, "You slaving over a stove for me."
He laughed, swallowed his food before saying, "You got that right."
"I guess you're one Mexican gentleman." I joked.
Jc slid an arm behind my back, low down, almost touching my butt. My cheeks blushed with his touch and I smiled at my lap. The movie that we were watching was no longer too interesting, I can't even remember the title, it did not matter too much. I placed my head onto Jc's shoulder, touching my ear right to his thin shoulder blade. He reached an arm around my neck, hanging his elbow around and petting my hair quite gently with a loving touch.
"Have I told you that I like you a lot, Kiani?" He asked me.
"I could hear it again." I giggled.
"I like you a lot," he assured me, "A lot a lot."
"A lot a lot a lot?" I asked.
He smiled, "A ton."
"I like you a ton, too, Jc." I told him.
He smiled, "So, if I asked you to be my girlfriend, you would say yes?"
"I don't know," I lied, "Why don't you try it?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
I smiled, nodded my head, and then I kissed his lips, putting up my hand and placing it onto the bend of his beautiful, toned chin. We kissed for a while, a long while; his hands explored my body and mine explored his, too. Kissing Jc felt so right that I never hesitated when he unbuttoned my little white pair of shorts and I pulled off his shirt. I never hesitated when he asked me if I was sure I was ready and I smiled and said I was.