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Chapter 52
"We'll talk about it tomorrow," he said.
"Robbie," I said, frustrated, putting my book to the side and lying down.
"Lia." He said, mimicking me and lying down next to me.
I turned on my side to face him.
"Is it because you don't want to be friends?"
"Lia, I'm in your bed doing homework with you. Seems pretty friendly." He answered, turning to face me as well.
"Is it because you regret kissing me?" I asked, suddenly becoming absorbed by a piece of fluff stuck to the pillowcase he had his head-on.
He sighed, "You say it the wrong way."
"You speak in riddles."
"I just think for this to work; we need to have boundaries."
"This?"
"Our friendship. I'm not going anywhere, Lia."
"Boundaries like?"
"Friends have boundaries. Or do you make out with all your friends?"
"So what? Boundaries like touching?"
"Yes. Limit our touching." He had his eyes slightly closed I could tell he was tired. Despite the whirlwind of emotions in me, I wanted to kiss him again.
"Like I shouldn't touch your hand?" I asked, putting my hand over his.
"No, that's probably safe. I'm usually the main offender, anyways. You don't really have to worry about it."
"Still, I'd like to know my limits. What about this?" I asked, trailing a hand softly up his arm and leaving goosebumps behind.
"That's a bit more dangerous." He said, his voice growing faint and his eyes becoming a dark green.
"What about your face?" I asked, cupping his cheek.
"That seems safe."
I traced his lips, never taking my eyes off his. He kissed my finger.
"I guess some places more than others," he said.
"And your chest?" I put my hand on his heart and took note that it was pounding. Mine was too, but I couldn't stop. I was an addict.
"I guess that could be a case by case basis. We can play it by ear."
I slipped my hand down.
His abs were well defined. Through the thin shirt he was wearing I could feel each muscle.
"Lia." He said sternly—a warning.
"You're in good shape," I said, meeting his eyes and ignoring his warning.
"I'll send the compliments to my coach."
I traced down the line that separated the muscles on his abdomen, "this?"
"No," he said, his face becoming increasingly distressed as my hand slipped lower. I stopped at the waistband of his underwear.
I heard him swallow hard.
"Please," he said. I didn't know it was a, please continue, or a please stop. I waited, my fingers tracing the elastic. I could feel him shivering every so often when my fingers brushed against a new spot.
Our breathing was so loud. His hand tangled into my hair, and he pressed his forehead to mine.
"Why is it so fucking hard to think around you," he whispered. I slipped my hand underneath the elastic.
"Jesus christ, Cecilia."
My hand wrapped around him, and his eyes fluttered close. He was so hard. He let out a soft groan and thrust into my hand.
I had never touched a guy before. I expected him to be hard; I didn't expect the skin to be so soft.
I stroked him again, and he let out a long breath.
My heart thumped even faster, and I bit my lip.
I ached for him. I wanted him so badly, I realized I would let him do anything he wanted to at this point.
"Definitely not there," he said, pulling my hand off of him.
"Okay. What other boundaries would there be?"
"Kissing," He breathed, "Mouth is off-limits."
"What about noses?" I said and pressed a gentle kiss on his nose.
"Or cheeks," I said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Or foreheads," I added.
"Lia."
"What else, Robbie?" My voice sounded foreign to me.
He swallowed hard, "proximity."
"Am I too close now?"
"I can handle this." He said, closing his eyes.
I pressed myself to him, bringing a leg over his hip.
"What about now?"
He shuddered. His hand came down to my ass, and he squeezed it, bringing me closer to him, his forehead pressed to mine.
"Is that a yes or a no?" I asked.
He ground against me and I let out a moan. My nose rubbed his, and I pressed my mouth to his.
"What happens if I break a rule?" I breathed.
He opened his eyes, and they were completely dark, his pupil taking over any green he had.
He brought his hand to my face and pushed my hair off my face. His thumb tilted my face up, and the rest of his fingers tangled in my hair.
"What are you doing to me?" He asked, his voice broken, and then his lips crashed into mine. They were needy and demanding. Any ability to think vanished. He grabbed my ass again and pulled me under him, crushing me with his body. The weight of him turned me on even more, and I arched against him. He hooked his hands under my knees and spread my legs apart, and we found a rhythm again. My hands were in his hair again both pulling him closer and tugging him away.
Robbie pulled away and hovered over me on his forearms. I made a whining noise and pouted my lips so he can kiss them again. He shook his head. No, this was over too soon, I thought.
His eyes were so full of emotion and warmth I felt as if I was going to melt.
"Lia, I feel like I,"
"Like you what?" I said writhing under him. His had found themselves underneath my shirt, his fingers were drawing patterns on my skin that made it hard to think complete thoughts.
He kissed my forehead and took a deep breath, then sat up, pulling on my hand to sit up with him.
"Like we can't do any of this. We need boundaries."
I frowned.
"Fine."
"I'm tired. I should head home," He said, and I could tell there was a hesitant tone in his voice.
I didn't want him to leave. At this point, I would take him in any form.
"If that's what you want to do."
He looked at me and smoothed out my eyebrows, "well, I guess I don't really want to leave."
"So don't," I whispered.
It was silent except for the sounds of traffic coming from my window. When I moved here, everyone told me to get noise-canceling headphones or earplugs warning me about how horrible it was to try to sleep when there was a bustling city right outside your window. I ended up falling in love with the sound it became one of the few things that relaxed me.
I sighed. I could feel myself buzzing at his proximity; I wanted him everywhere my fingers twitched to find him.
"Tell me a story," I said.
"A story?" He asked turning to look at me. He traced my collarbone all the way to my shoulder.
"Yeah, like a memory from when you were a kid," I said, grabbing his hand and pressing it to my cheek.
"I don't know any," he said, rubbing the apple of my cheek with his thumb.
"Yes, you do; you have perfect memory."
"Hmmm. Okay. When I was a kid, Maria and I use to be really into Treasure Island. One of our nannies read it to us, and we were obsessed. We would watch Muppet's Treasure Island movie every night."
"Wait so you have seen the Muppets treasure island, but you hadn't seen Toy Story?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"Yes," he said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"So bizarre. Okay, continue."
"Anyways, Maria wanted to find treasure, and I, in a stroke of 6-year-old genius, decided to make a treasure map for her."
"That's adorable," I said and slipped my hand into his. He laced our fingers and continued.
"She thought so; The problem was, to have a treasure hunt. You needed treasure."
"Ahuh."
"My grandfather collected watches. Thousand-dollar watches. Some worth hundreds of thousands and a handful worth millions. Some of these watches had every jewel you can imagine on them. He would keep them in glass displays in his closet. To a six-year-old, they looked like a pirate's treasure."
"Oh no," I chuckled, guessing what was to come.
He nodded. "I took all of them and hid them in their backyard and made a map for Maria."
"Not a very accurate one, I'm guessing," I said.
"Ding ding ding. My grandparent's backyard leads to the cacao fields. One thousand acres of possible hiding spots." He said, running his fingers through my hair. I felt my eyes get really heavy.
"Were they upset?" I whispered. He brought his hand to trace my lips and I pressed a kiss on the pads of his fingers.
"My grandfather flipped out. He had everyone on his payroll looking for those watches."
"They didn't use your map?" I asked mostly joking.
"No, they did. It was the best thing they had. He made copies for everyone."
"Did they ever find all the watches?" I asked, half asleep. He brought his face close to mine, his arm wrapped around my waist pulling me close to him.
"I believe they did, but not all at once. I think it took them years to find the last one."
"Hmmm," I said, mostly asleep, "That was nice. Tell me another one," I asked burying my face into his neck.
"I think it's time we went to sleep," he said and I could feel his lips against my forehead.
"One more, please,"
"Okay," he said, his voice low.
His voice soothed me to sleep and I dreamt with Robbie that night. In my dream, we lay on my bed and kissed, and at one point, he said the strangest thing. It was a whisper, and I almost missed it, but the three words wrapped themself around me and made my heart swell as if I were a cartoon character.
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