104 Talk to a Friend (1/2)

”Are you trying to unsettle me?” I asked.

”Not even in my dreams would I think I could unsettle or frighten you.” He shook his head. ”I'm looking at you and trying to think.”

I glared at him and slowly pushed the cover down. ”Is that so?” I slid out of bed.

”We're getting late,” he told me. ”Rush or we will be late for the first class.” I hastily went to the bathroom and got ready.

”Next time,” he said suddenly as we pulled out of the parking spot. ”Next time when you want to kiss me or do anything scandalous, could you do it out of bed?” he pled.

My mouth hung open in shock. ”What? I thought you were rational and knew how to stow down your excitement and lust,” I said hurriedly.

”Yes, but when it comes to you and the bed... I didn't think it would be this grave.” He huffed.

”You learned how to kiss on the internet, you didn't think it would be a small peck or something, right?” I asked, shocked.

”I thought you were pure, but you turned out to be lusty. Lusting for my body!” he argued.

”Lusting for your body!” I exclaimed. ”That's how grownups kiss. Not my fault you liked it too much.” I rolled my eyes.

”You're supposed to enjoy when someone you like kisses you on their own accord. It usually means that they like you too.” He spared me a glance. ”Don't feel pressured. As long as you are experimenting on me and not going around kissing random men to find out how you feel, I am okay.”

I looked out of the window, trying to hide the blush that crept up my cheeks. ”I won't go around kissing people,” I hissed. I wasn't completely crazy.

”No, you can do as you want. But I don't want to freeze up or feeling wretched afterward.”

That made sense.

”I won't kiss others, okay?” I didn't know it is was possible to actually like kisses, as pointless as they were. There was no outward pleasure to the whole thing, just a show of affection or intent. When I had no such intention towards anyone, why would I go around kissing people I didn't know?

Yes, I didn't know any other men.

We got out of the car at the university and Sebastian walked ahead of me. ”I'll go to the washroom,” I informed him quickly and fled. The phone was pressed in my ear the moment he was out of my sight.

Dr. Knight picked it up within two rings. ”Is something wrong?” he asked, a layer of panic in his voice.

”No. No. I have done something very wrong,” I said. My breath came in short spurts.

”What did you do?” his voice was calmer. He probably guessed that it couldn't be anything too bad, considering I was calling him so early in the morning.

”When?” he asked shortly.

”Last night. In bed.” There was silence. ”Uh, it didn't go anywhere, I promise.”

”I thought you weren't going to jump into anything.” He sounded more amused than I would have liked.