chapter 8

"What time do ya have to be home?" he asked. I guess my date wasn't over. I smiled.

"My mom said not to come home before midnight. She's having "adult" company." We both laughed. "But, I mean, if you have to go I can find someplace to hang out."

"Do you wanna come to my place?" he asked. "I mean, just until I can take you home..." he laughed nervously.

"If you wouldn't mind," I said. "That'd be really nice of you." He drove and we didn't really say anything. I thought that it was really sweet how bashful he was around me. He pulled into his driveway fifteen minutes after ten.

"My grandparents are prolly sleeping," he said. "My room is up the stairs." We walked up the stairs and entered his bedroom. It was technically the attic and the ceiling seemed a bit low for someone as tall as he was. "Uh, sorry it's kinda messy."

It was a little untidy, but it was mainly clothing thrown about on the bed and near the closet. I think he might've been picking out what to wear tonight. He wore a blue t-shirt under a darker blue flannel shirt. He also had on blue jeans and a pair of boots.

"It's fine," I said. "My room is just as bad. I was picking out my clothes for tonight and I threw a bunch of stuff everywhere." He smiled widely before hastily agreeing.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "My Gran made a pie this afternoon." I didn't want any pie, but I kind of wanted him to. I wanted to see him eat again. "I...I could get you some, if you wanted it."

"I'll take a small piece...if you're getting any." He went to get us some pie and I sat on his bed. I could hear him coming back up the stairs; his footsteps were loud and thunderous.

He had two plates, both with gigantic slices of pie. "Uh, thanks...," I said, knowing I wouldn't be able to finish such a colossal slice of pie.

He ate his quickly as he sat next to me on his bed. I ate about a fourth of mine before he looked over at me. "Is it too much?" he asked. "I made your piece smaller than mine...so I figured it was only a little." I laughed.

"Will you finish it off for me?" I asked. He nodded and took the plate from my hand. He gobbled down the rest of my pie quickly. I glanced around his room. He had a desktop computer and an empty fish tank. I saw some free weights and laughed at the thought of ever wanting to lift weights. I was such a pansy.

I turned towards him suddenly. He looked at me, blue eyes sparkling. I wanted to kiss him and taste the pie on his breath. "Do you remember when...when you kissed me and told me never to tell anyone or you'd beat me up?" I asked. His face reddened and he looked away from me.

"That's so embarrassing Harvey...," he said, voice shaking a little. "You're the...the only person I've ever kissed before." My face reddened this time. He looked at me again. "Can I kiss you now?" he asked. I nodded. He leaned over and kissed me.

I leaned into him as we continued to kiss. His lips were soft and warm. He leaned farther into me and I felt his hand on my chest. It was like a bear paw or something, with the size of it. His hand was just as warm as his lips. I fell back as he kissed me. My hand found his beefy chest and worked its way down to his stomach. He had a nice round belly that added to the air of masculinity that surrounded him.

His hand traveled to the button on his jeans and I started freaking out. His bear paws reached for my jeans button and popped it open, albeit non-skillfully. "We...Wes...," I started. His hand actually went into my shirt this time, his palm actually touching my skin. "I...I'm not...stop...please."

He sat up, short of breath."I...I'm sorry Harvey." He was always apologizing. "I guess I should take ya home now, huh?" He laughed and brushed his hair down. He stood up and buttoned his pants, with some effort.

He took me home after that and I didn't know why I was so freaked out. I had thought about Dante, sure, but that shouldn't have mattered. It shouldn't have mattered!