I Can Barely Feel Anything Real
seven
That kiss, like most of our kisses, grew to be more passionate.
Hands were put in intimate places.
Clothing was taken off.
Vulgar words were used.
Sheets were tangled.
Once we had fallen asleep, morning came much to soon.
"Hey, guys. You didn't answer the door so I got them to let me in. We're going to go out - Okay, Kyle, that was not necessary." Caleb said and Kyle and I laughed. "Just meet us downstairs in half an hour." Caleb turned around and shut our door. Kyle sighed.
"Half an hour. You can't do much in half an hour." He trailed his hands absent minded-ly across my stomach.
"Was that your plan, by flashing him? To get him to leave us alone?" I smiled and he nodded. He pointed to the now healing cut above my bellybutton.
"Don't do that again, okay?" He said sternly and I nodded shamefully. He smiled then.
"Alright, so, how about we get ready to go face those losers?" I said and got up. I found my clothes and bundled them up, and stuffed them in a bag, then got a clean change of clothes.
I was ready to leave in only a few minutes, where as Kyle had to fix his hair so that it would be ultimate perfection.
"Can you hurry up, please?" I said impatiently and he grunted from inside the bathroom.
"I'm almost done..." He said, and five minutes later he exited the bathroom.
"Hallelujah!" I called out and took his hand. We left our room and went down to the lobby, where we found the other guys waiting.
"Took you guys long enough! I'm hungry, lets go." Marc said, and we left to go to the closest diner that served brunch.
Breakfast, being the meal that it is, which is in the morning with grumpy, tired people, was relatively uneventful. Jokes were made about Caleb's repeated misfortune, and conversation flowed throughout the meal.
Or maybe I found it nearly uneventful was because I didn't take part in most of the activity besides one, which was making out with Kyle in the corner of our booth.
Hands were put in intimate places.
Clothing was taken off.
Vulgar words were used.
Sheets were tangled.
Once we had fallen asleep, morning came much to soon.
"Hey, guys. You didn't answer the door so I got them to let me in. We're going to go out - Okay, Kyle, that was not necessary." Caleb said and Kyle and I laughed. "Just meet us downstairs in half an hour." Caleb turned around and shut our door. Kyle sighed.
"Half an hour. You can't do much in half an hour." He trailed his hands absent minded-ly across my stomach.
"Was that your plan, by flashing him? To get him to leave us alone?" I smiled and he nodded. He pointed to the now healing cut above my bellybutton.
"Don't do that again, okay?" He said sternly and I nodded shamefully. He smiled then.
"Alright, so, how about we get ready to go face those losers?" I said and got up. I found my clothes and bundled them up, and stuffed them in a bag, then got a clean change of clothes.
I was ready to leave in only a few minutes, where as Kyle had to fix his hair so that it would be ultimate perfection.
"Can you hurry up, please?" I said impatiently and he grunted from inside the bathroom.
"I'm almost done..." He said, and five minutes later he exited the bathroom.
"Hallelujah!" I called out and took his hand. We left our room and went down to the lobby, where we found the other guys waiting.
"Took you guys long enough! I'm hungry, lets go." Marc said, and we left to go to the closest diner that served brunch.
Breakfast, being the meal that it is, which is in the morning with grumpy, tired people, was relatively uneventful. Jokes were made about Caleb's repeated misfortune, and conversation flowed throughout the meal.
Or maybe I found it nearly uneventful was because I didn't take part in most of the activity besides one, which was making out with Kyle in the corner of our booth.
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