Chapter Twenty Four - Stupid hormones (part 2 of 2)

Farrah

We were laying on Asher’s bed. I had my head on his chest, and he had his arm wrapped around me. I had enjoyed our date. It had gone better than I could have expected. And now, snuggling and watching a movie was an excellent way to end our night. I would need to head home soon, though.

“So, tell me, Farrah, have I earned myself a second date?” Asher asked, looking down at me.

“Hmm, maybe,” I said, “I may need to see if I get a better offer first,” I added teasingly.

“Hey! That is mean, take that back,” He huffed.

“Nope,” I giggled, shaking my head.

“Yes,” He laughed.

I shook my head, and before I knew what was happening, he started tickling me. I squealed, squirming below him.

“Asher, stop,” I say between laughs.

“Nope, not until you take it back,” He said.

I still refused to take it back. I was only messing with him. I would like to go on a second date with him, but I can’t give him what he wants that easily. He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, and continued tickling me.

“Fine, I take it back, stop,” I said, “I will go on a second date with you,” I added.

He smiled widely when I agreed to it, but he didn’t move off me. He sat up on my stomach, looking down at me.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“Yes, can I get a kiss?” He asked, hopeful.

I nodded, wetting my lips with my tongue. Asher smiled, reaching down and covered my lips with his. The kiss we were sharing was gentle to start with. I let my fingers fall into his hair, tugging it as we kissed. Asher’s hand ran up my leg before grasping onto my hip. I feel his warm tongue run along my lower lip. It was enough to make me moan and let my lips part. Asher used this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, and our tongues were soon playing together.

He groaned, his grip on my hip seeming to tighten. The kiss was becoming heated, and I know I should stop, but I didn’t want too. It felt too good. Asher’s hand moves away from my hip and down to my thigh, pulling it over his hip, our bodies pressing closer. I whimpered into his lips. My hormones were going crazy—damn teenage hormones.

I found myself wrapping my other leg around him and pushing his body harder to mine. I think I was losing my senses at the moment. He removed his lips from mine, and they landed on my neck, trailing a line of kisses along my skin. I was getting many strange feelings soaring through me. I feel his teeth nip my skin and my grip on his hair tightened. His hand was running up my thigh, over my hips and stomach. His touch was driving me crazy. It felt good.

But no matter how good it felt, I know we needed to stop. It was going further than it should be. I don’t want to be that girl.

“Asher, we should stop,” I breathed out, “I need to get home,” I added.

I hear him sigh, but he did pull away.

“Sorry,” He said, running his fingers through his hair.

His cheeks were flushed, and I am sure mine was the same.

“No, it is OK, you have nothing to be sorry for,” I said, “It is just too much, too soon,” I added honestly.

I know it was only making out, but all of this was still new to me. I didn’t want to rush into anything or do something that I will regret. I was still worried that Asher was still only after one thing. I know he has been different with me, and maybe I shouldn’t be thinking that way, but I can’t help it. It still hasn’t been that long we have known each other.

“I do though, Farrah, I got a little carried away,” He said, moving off me.

“I think we both did,” I said.

He got up from the bed, offering me his hand.

“We better get going before you are late, and your dad kills me,” He chuckled.

I giggled, taking his hand, and he helps me to my feet. Asher keeps hold of my hand as we head out to his car. The fresh air-cooled me down. We got into his car and got on the way. I looked out the window as we drove.

“Hey, sweetness, are you OK?” Asher asked, resting his hand on my knee.

I turned my attention to him, smiling.

“Yeah, I am fine, just a little tired,” I said.

That was partly true, but I was also thinking about what has been going on with Asher and myself recently, and it was still all a little confusing. I could ask him, but I think if I did that, he would freak out.

“You sure?” He asked, and I nodded.

He didn’t look convinced, but he left it at that. I found random things to talk about until we pulled up outside of my house. He killed the engine and turned to me.

“Can I get a goodnight kiss?” He asked.

“Yes,” I smiled.

Asher reached over, resting his hand on my cheek and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, and it stayed that way. It only lasted a few moments.

“See you tomorrow, beautiful,” He smiled.

“Yes, see you tomorrow,” I said, “Thank you for tonight. I had a good time,” I added.

“I did too,” He smiled, pecking my lips.

He gave me a quick hug, and I headed inside. I walked in the door at eleven a.m. on the dot, and my parents were still up. I knew they would be.

“Hello, sweetie, how was your night?” mum asked.

“Excellent, thanks,” I smiled.

“He didn’t try anything he shouldn’t have, did he?” My dad asked.

“No, dad, he didn’t, promise,” I said.

I said my goodnight to them both before heading to my room to get ready for bed. I was tired. I stripped down, climbing into bed, and only a few minutes later, my phone went with a text from Asher.

Asher: You missing me yet? Ha-ha X

Farrah: I saw you ten minutes ago lol X

Asher: I know, lol. I just wanted to say a quick goodnight. Goodnight, sweetness X

Farrah: Goodnight, baby boy, sweet dreams, mwah! X

Asher: You too, beautiful X

I smiled, setting my alarm for tomorrow and got myself settled down. I wonder if he meant when he said about a second date. I would ask him tomorrow. Is it something he wants to try, dating? Or is he doing it to make me feel better? I don’t know, but I guess time will tell.

I just hope that Maisie doesn’t find a way to ruin what is going with Asher and me. I know she still wants him, even if he told her he was done with her. Something tells me she isn’t one for giving up that easily. I should stop overthinking and worrying because Asher has made it clear he wants to spend his time with me, not her. I don’t want any trouble, though. Maybe I should ask Asher what is going on, least that way. I know where I stand.

Those are all issues for tomorrow. I don’t want any of that ruining the excellent night I have had.