Your Metaphor

HOPE'S POV

I woke up the next morning in my own bed. After a moment, I was confused because I remembered I went to sleep on the couch. I turned around to see Michael in my bed with me. I let out a small gasp and I jumped out of bed, wrapping the sheets and blankets around me to cover myself up.

After doing that, I saw Michael come to consciousness in my bed, wearing nothing but his boxers.

"Morning babe." Michael said tiredly.

Freaking out, I sputtered, "We didn't...?" After asking, I immediately took a hopeful relief in realizing I was fully clothed.

"No." Michael said, trying to sound cool and smooth. "I mean, you were begging me for it, but I knew it wouldn't be right."

"No I didn't." I said back.

"You don't have to be so serious." Michael said back, laughing. "No, we did not have sex. We didn't do anything but sleep."

"Thank God." I breathed a sigh of relief as I sat down on the bed. "I mean, not thank God, not that I wouldn't want to, I mean not now, but maybe, I mean... I'm done sputtering."

Michael laughed again as he got out of bed and put his clothes on. "It was difficult, though. You have really nice boobs."

"Pig!" I shot back.

"Let me know when you're ready." He said. "I'd love to grab that ass sometime."

My face burned red. I knew I should've been off put and offended by those comments, but a boy had never said anything like that to me before. It made me feel desirable.

"I've got to go, babe." Michael said. He then leaned in and placed his lips on mine.

Not expecting it, I pulled away quickly. It's not that I didn't want to kiss him, I just wasn't expecting that. Michael had a look of defeat on his face. It was maybe even hurt.

"See you around." He said curtly.

Before he walked out of my door, I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Want to come over again tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure." Michael said not sure, still sounding like he was hurt.

"Look," I said. "I just wasn't expecting that. But...I'm prepared now."

After a moment of contemplation, Michael leaned in and put his lips on mine. He then wrapped his hands around the back of my head, and I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue into me.

He was the first boy I had ever kissed.

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