On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,39
I really, really like this guy. Drew is sweet and amazing and the best possible candidate to do this with.
Just take a breath.
Don’t over-think it.
Go get some.
I unzip his pants. His body quivers as I slide my hand beneath the elastic of his briefs.
I give him a good squeeze.
“Ow—!”
Drew hisses as he recoils away from me, his face contorted in great physical pain.
I release him, realizing that I might have... gone a bit too far south.
“Oh, god! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I gasp. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no...” he says, lying as he laughs it off. “It’s okay, just... maybe try it again with a little less enthusiasm.”
I cover my face, mortified. “Oh, god. I can’t do this.”
“It’s okay,” he says, still wincing.
“No.”
I roll out from under him onto the floor.
“Heidi...”
I crawl a few feet away before shuffling to my feet. “It’s cool if you never want to see me again,” I say, not looking back as I bolt into the hallway.
“Heidi, wait!”
I don’t stop. I escape into my room and close the door, promptly collapsing against it as my insides wither and die.
This will haunt me forever.
I have to change schools.
I have to move out of Illinois and change my name.
I slide down to the floor.
This is the end.
“Heidi?” Drew asks from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”
“No,” I say, my entire skin on fire.
He waits a moment. “Please?”
“Just go home, Drew.”
“Are you on the floor?”
I cringe. “No.”
“Yes, you are,” he says, his voice now level with mine.
“Don’t...” I bite down to stop myself from bawling. “We don’t have to talk about this. Just leave, Drew. Please...”
He taps on the door. “Heidi, please open up.”
I sigh, utterly defeated. Not sure why I’m surprised to find that Drew is the good kind of guy who breaks up with someone face-to-face.
Might as well get it over with.
I shift to the side as I reach for the doorknob. I open the door, but I stop it from opening more than an inch or two.
Drew peeks inside from his spot on the carpet and smiles. “Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” I reply.
“Are you okay?”
“Just do it, Drew,” I say.
“Do what?”
“Tell me you never want to see me again.”
“Why would I tell you that?”
I don’t answer.
“Heidi, what’s up?” he asks. “Talk to me. You’ve been acting weird since we got here.”
“I know, I just…” I open the door the rest of the way and lean against it with a sigh. No matter how I think to say it, it just sounds stupid. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
He squints. “What I wanted?”
“Jenna said…” I pause. “She said that you’re Delta Xi and that if you didn’t get it from me tonight, then you’d get it from one of the other girls lined up on your front porch right now.”
Drew doesn’t react, his face stoic and calm in the moment. “You believed her?” he asks.
“Is she wrong?”
“No,” he answers, crushing my soul. “No, I suppose if I went home right now, I could easily find some willing girl to drag upstairs with me.” He smiles. “But I wouldn’t.”
“You wouldn’t?”
Drew shifts to sit next to me on the door. “I’m not getting it from anyone right now. It hasn’t even crossed my mind.”
“It hasn’t?” I ask.
“Of course not.”
“Then you don’t want to do it… with me?”
He grins. “Oh, I would very much like to do it with you. In fact, a significant portion of my days lately has been reserved to imagining that in very vivid detail. What I meant was that I haven’t thought about doing it with anyone… but you.”
My lips twitch. “Really?”
He takes my hand. “Am I used to a certain type of girl living in the Delta Xi house? Sure. But don’t think that’s who I want you to be. If I wanted to date girls like that, I’d be dating girls like that. There’s nothing about you so far that I don’t like, so you don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. She wouldn’t be nearly as interesting as you are.”
“I’m not that special,” I say.
“You’re sweet,” he says. “And talented. And adorably silly and awkward, but that just makes me like you more.”
I deflate. “I’m a virgin, too.”
Drew nods. “Yeah, I sort of figured as much when you dug your nails into my scrotum.”
I cover my cringing face. “Oh, god…”
He laughs as he guides my hands back down. “Heidi, I don’t care that you’re still a virgin.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Can I tell you a secret?”
“What?” I