Never Been Kissed II

I started this story for a Daily Prompt but I’ve started to enjoy writing it so here’s a little more. I would really appreciate hearing what you think about it, so please comment and let me know.

Chris stands between the door and myself. He’s whispering for me to keep the door shut and to be quiet. His brother’s on the other side of the door. I hear Oli knock twice and then there’s silence on both sides. Chris and I are whispering conspiratorially.

‘Don’t open the door. Say you’re ill.’

I frown. ‘I’m not ill.’

‘Confused is a kind of ill.’ Chris returns my frown and moves behind the door as I open it to leave. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers as I close the door. Oli’s leaning against the wall in a grey cable-knit jumper and a pair of dark jeans.

‘Hi.’ He looks up from the rose he’s holding and drops his gaze to my dress.His eyes widen fractionally as he looks me over. I knew I should have changed. It only lasts a few seconds but I feel awkward already.

‘Hello.’ He’s still staring at the dress. ‘I’m sorry.’ He shakes his head in disbelief and gestures to my dress with the rose. ‘You look really good.’

‘Thank you.’ Biting my lip, I take the rose he offers me and grin to myself. I stunned Oli. No one does that.

‘I know this is a first date and I’m obligated to take you somewhere neutral like the cinema but I want to spend time with you, not watch a film. So, I’ve got something different.’

I nod dumbly. What teenage boy buys a rose for his date? He grins like he knows what I’m thinking and slips his hand into mine. Why is my head reeling and why am I grinning like an idiot? Stop it.

‘Okay.’ He laughs and leads me downstairs.

‘I thought you came in a car?’ The driveway is empty and there are no cars parked in the street.

‘I did.’

I glance up at the window to see Chris glaring at his brother. When he catches my eye, he jerks his hand in a half-wave.

Oli stops abruptly and I turn to watch his mouth turn up into a smirk. He climbs onto the motorbike he’s stopped beside and revs the engine.

‘You’re not driving. Get on.’ I pull the helmet onto my head and let him tighten the straps. His fingers graze my collar-bone as he adjusts it and he glances up at me. I bite my lip and smile as he helps me onto the seat.

‘Why not?’

‘No.’ He half turns around and reaches behind me to pull me closer to him. I blush realising that I have to pull my dress up further when he’s turned around so I don’t stretch it. ‘I just don’t want you to fall off. That means you have to hold on to me.’

‘Ew gross. I think I’d rather fall off.’ I wrinkle my nose in mock disgust and he feigns insult.

‘I’ll push you off if you’re not careful.’ I laugh and wrap my arms around his waist, bracing myself. Suddenly, the bike lunges forwards and I understand why I have to hold on. I gasp and Oli pulls my hands tighter around him. I’m probably wrong but I’d like to think it’s not only for safety purposes.

Everything hurtles by until we’re out of London and we pull up outside a colonial mansion. Oli lifts me off the bike and I subtly pull down my dress.

‘Harley Manor. The rest of the family’s driving up later today but for now, it’s just us.’ He winks and leads me up the steps to the front door. I stare at the rose, the motorbike and the grounds of his country home. You have got to be kidding me.

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