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“Come on! Just do it!” Nini exclaimed.
I really did not want to do it.
“Ricky!” Nini continued. “Come on!”
I still did not want to do it.
So here’s the thing. I’m currently at this Thanksgiving night party thing at Ashlyn’s house. We decided, after having a few adult beverages, that we should play spin the bottle. I fucking hate spin the bottle, unless it’s going to be me with fifteen cute girls, then totally sign me up. But it wasn’t. I was playing with Nini, Ashlyn, Gina, Big Red, Carlos, Seb, and unfortunately E.J. I fucking hate that guy.
But, yeah, more guys than girls and the alcohol was getting the better of me so I reluctantly said yes when Nini basically begged me to play. Does that mean she still likes me? Or are we totally in the friend zone still? I have no fucking clue, she is so wishy-washy. But, whatever, I still had a one in seven chance of kissing her, so yeah I was going to play.
So that brings me back to the present. I had just spun the bottle and it landed on, you guessed it, the worst person on the face of the planet: E.J. There was no way in hell I was going to kiss that guy. I mean he was a guy, but he was also fucking E.J. I hated him! But Nini looked at me with her stupid sad puppy dog eyes and I had to basically do it then.
I stood up. So did E.J. We looked at each other. I moved closer to him. He moved closer to me. We were just inches apart at this point and I could feel the heat radiating off him. How warm was he? Anyway, I leaned in toward him and he did the same. With my eyes closed, I felt his lips touch mine. It was like a spark of electricity hit me and time stopped. It just felt right.
What?
I mean, I guess I gotta be kinda honest here, it wasn’t horrible. His lips were super soft, softer than Nini’s. Wait? I am not comparing him to Nini. Or was I? I don’t know.
At this point I was kissing E.J. And he was kissing me back. It only lasted like three seconds, but it was an amazing three seconds.
Oh my gods. Am I falling for E.J.? No. No no no no. I can’t be. I like Nini. Right? But it kinda felt right with E.J. He’s not horrible looking. He is taller than me though. Is that going to be a problem? Like will that always make me the smaller spoon? I like being the bigger spoon.
Okay, I am totally getting off track here, but all of this basically went through my head in the three seconds E.J. and I kissed. I am still confused, but more happened that night that made me even more confused.
We parted lips and I opened my eyes. I looked at E.J. He looked at me. Did he have a smirk on his face? Did he like it too? I gave him a questioning look but he gave me a look that said, “Not right now, we’ll talk later.” He then sat back down in his spot in the circle. I did the same.
And the game continued.
So basically everyone ended up kissing everyone at some point. I even kissed Big Red, my best friend. I mean we kinda fooled around once when we were drunk. But all we did then was kiss and then Red passed out on his bed. So yeah, nothing going on there.
I then got to kiss E.J. again. It was just as amazing as the first time. I tried to make it last longer than three seconds, just to see what he would do, but E.J. pulled away. He had a smirk on his face again. He then winked at me. How the hell am I supposed to interpret that? What does he want from me?
“I have to use the bathroom,” E.J. said as he stood up and made his way to the stairs. He looked back at me before he turned around and walked upstairs.
What should I do? Do I follow him? Well, curiosity got the better of me and I stood up and went up the stairs making some excuse about being thirsty or something.
As soon as I opened the door at the top of the stairs I knew he was waiting for me. E.J. just smirked and gestured at me to follow him. I closed the door and followed him.
“Where are you going?” I asked him, whispering in case anyone was within earshot.
“You’ll see,” he said, looking back at me and smiling.
We walked through the house and E.J. stopped in front of a door. He looked at me.
“Have you ever played a game called Seven Minutes in Heaven?” E.J. asked me.
“Maybe,” I answered, not sure where this was going. “But isn’t that a game you would play in middle school?”
“Yeah, and spin the bottle isn’t a little juvenile?” E.J. replied with his signature smirk.
“I guess,” I said. “So, what are we doing here?”
“What do you mean?” E.J. said.
“You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” I said.
“Yeah. I think I am.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Ricky,” E.J. said, leaning his arm against the wall. “Would I ever fuck with you?”
“Yes, you would,” I said.
E.J. laughed and opened the door we stopped in front of. It was a closet. Oh, now I get why he asked that question. He wants to know if I’ll spend seven minutes in a closet with him, making out. Ah, of course.
Wait.
E.J. fucking likes me!
I couldn’t help but smile when he opened that closet door. I knew what he wanted. He knew that I knew what he wanted. I looked around to make sure no one was watching us. There wasn’t a soul around. We entered the closet. It was kind of a tight fit, but I didn’t care. I was with E.J.
Did that sentence just come from me? I mean it was E.J. I fucking hate this guy. But again, he was an amazing kisser. I should totally be doing this. Right? I mean it’s not like he’s pressuring me or anything. I went with him into the closet of my own free will. It’s not like he’s gonna over power me or anything and force his lips on mine and then work his lips onto my neck and then even lower —
Fuck! That’s totally a fantasy I would have about Nini, but now I was having it about E.J.
Life is weird sometimes.
Anyway, back to the closet. E.J. closed the closet door and it was pitch dark. We were basically on top of each other. I turned to face him and grabbed him around his waist. Damn it actually felt right to do that. E.J. grabbed me around my waist as well. We kinda just held each other for a second. It felt nice. E.J. made the first move. He leaned his head toward mine and our lips met. I felt the electricity again. It was fucking amazing. I kissed him back. This time way more passionately than when we were in front of our friends. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. Our tongues wrestled for dominance.
While our tongues were inside each others mouths, my hands were exploring every inch of E.J.’s body. Damn he had a nice body. My hands went up his shirt, feeling his abs. They were way more defined than my own. I really liked them. E.J.’s hands were also all over my body as well. We were basically undressing each other, but I didn’t want to go that far. Yet.
Wait.
I pulled away from E.J.
“What?” he asked, a little surprised at my sudden movement.
“I don’t know,” I answered. I really didn’t.
“Are we going too fast?” E.J. asked.
“I don’t know,” I repeated.
“Ricky,” E.J. said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I know,” I said. “It’s just…I don’t know. I hate you, but at the same time I don’t.”
E.J. laughed.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m just so confused.”
“Well, I’m not. Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
“I can tell you’ve probably already guessed this,” E.J. said. “But I’m not necessarily straight.”
“No shit Sherlock,” I said and immediately regretted it. “Sorry, I can’t help but be mean to you.”
“I know,” E.J. said.
“Wait,” I said. “I thought you were going out with Nini?”
“What gave you that impression?”
“Well, you two are always together and you’re putting your arm around her and stuff. I just kinda put two and two together.”
“Oh, does it look like that?” E.J. asked.
“Yeah, it kinda did,” I said. “That’s like the main reason I hate you.”
“Oh, well, I’m so sorry for that,” E.J. said. “I didn’t mean to come across like that. Nini and I just met at theatre camp and we hit it off. As friends. She was going out with this dude named Danny. I don’t know if they’re still together.”
“Oh. Okay. And I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m glad I can be someone you can talk to. Or make out with. Cause I kinda like doing that.”
“The talking to?” E.J. asked slyly.
“Ha ha,” I mocked. “You know I meant the making out.”
“Oh, did you now?” E.J. said, stepping closer to me.
“Yeah,” I replied, getting closer to him. “I did.”
“Good,” E.J. said and grabbed my waist. He put his lips on mine and we made out again.
Gods his lips were amazing. I also loved just grabbing his body. We made out for a few more minutes, grabbing at each other the entire time. I felt something stir in my pants. Was I becoming aroused? Damn, I never really felt that when Nini and I would make out. But okay, I’ll take it, even if it’s from E.J. And then the worst thing happened. The closet door opened.
Ashlyn was standing there.
E.J. and I just kinda froze with our lips still touching.
“Sorry,” Ashlyn said and tried to close the closet door. E.J. came to his senses and pulled his lips off mine. He grabbed the door before it closed.
“Ash,” he said. “Please don’t say anything.”
“I won’t,” she said. “I just was looking for a rag cause Red threw up downstairs.”
“Is he okay?” I asked, now worried about my friend.
“He’s fine,” Ashlyn said, looking at me differently than before. “We think he just had too much to drink.”
“Yeah,” I said. “He does that.”
I realized I was making it awkward. I tried to leave but E.J. grabbed my shoulder.
“She’s not going to tell anyone,” E.J. reassured me.
“It’s fine,” I answered. “We should get back to the basement anyway.”
“Are we okay?” E.J. asked. I could see he was worried. I smiled at him. No one ever was worried about me like that.
“Yeah,” I said, meaning every word. “We’re okay.”
“Good,” E.J. said.
I grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. He looked into mine. We shared a moment. He knew we were good.
“Okay,” Ashlyn said, breaking the silence. “I need a rag.”
“Right,” I said. “We need to get downstairs.”
E.J. grabbed my hand and we walked together toward the basement.
“Do we want people to know right now?” E.J. asked.
“I kinda like keeping a secret,” I answered.
“Me too,” E.J. said. He then leaned into my ear. “Plus it’s way hotter this way.”
E.J. then opened the door to the basement and walked downstairs.
I cocked my head and watched him. Damn he has a nice ass. Smiling, I followed him down the stairs.