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life.” I sighed. That sounded a bit depressing so I tried again. “Things got heated at home so I left.”
“What did he do?” Now he sat next to me, though didn’t let his feet fall into the water. I didn’t like the fact that that was the first thing to his mind. My father was actually very kind to me. It was that hateful bitch who, well, was a bitch.
I swished my feet in the murky water, loving the cold feeling between my toes. “My father didn’t do anything. Well…intentionally anyway. When I say heated, I mean him and Rebecca were…um...” I tried my best to hide my blush with my hair but he saw through it.
He nodded. He understood.
“So, yeah, I just left.” I stared out at the other boats, at the fishers casting their lines hoping to get lucky. I sighed then looked at my clothes. He probably thought I was weird for not changing my clothes before I left but I didn’t care. It had been a spur of the moment thing.
“Come boating with me,” he said tucking my hair behind my ear.
I shivered when his finger lingered on my cheek. I composed my thoughts and asked, “You have a boat?”
“It was my fathers.” He smiled. “He left it to me when he passed.”
“Oh, I…I’m sorry.” I looked back at the river.
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
His words made me look at him. He shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it…if you come boating with me.”
I’d never been on a boat before. It scared me a little. I couldn’t swim, what if it sank?
Devin saw my distress and again stroked my face. “Don’t worry, it’s safe.” He helped me to my feet.
I snatched my shoes from the dock and let him lead me to his boat. It was the largest boat out here. More of a yacht than a small fishing dinghy.
He smiled, noticing my dumb folded expression. “Yeah, it has its perks.”
He helped me climb aboard and the rocking of the floor made me a little nervous. But when he placed a hand on the small of my back it helped with my nerves. He climbed aboard after me and led me to the front of the boat.
He sat me down on one of the built in couches then left me.
A few moments later the boat took off. I held onto the seat so I wouldn’t tip over. It took a few minutes for us to get away from the other boats but once we were he stopped then came and sat next to me.
We sat there for a moment until he spoke. “Layla, we…uh, we need to talk.”
Damn, I figured this would come. I just didn’t think I’d have to deal with it until Monday. Did he have a chance to sleep on it? Was he going to tell me nothing could happen again? I couldn’t blame him if he did. What happened between us-
“Layla, I just wanted…I need you to know…what we did…it was wrong of me. And irresponsible of me to take advantage of you like that. But I…”
But he what?
I had been staring down at the floor but his hand gently pulled my face up so I met his eyes. He looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something and then he brushed his mouth across mine in a gentle kiss.
My mind clouded as his free hand stroked my cheek.
When he pulled back I opened my eyes to see him wearing a worried expression. I smiled and brought my hands to his brow, wiping away his worry.
“I’d been wanting to do that since I saw you lying on the dock,” he said smiling. Then slowly his frown returned. “This is dangerous.”
I nodded. “You could get in trouble.” I didn’t want that to happen.
“Yes, but I’m more worried about you than me. You…you should be with someone your own age.”
Now it was my turn to frown. “But I thought-”
“Yes, I still want to be with you,” he said running the tips of his fingers down my face and neck. “But like I said, it’s dangerous. You being a student and me, your teacher.”
I wanted to tell him I knew it was dangerous. That if he was willing to take the risk then so was I, but my phone rang interrupting my response. I looked at the number and swore under my breath.
He frowned. “What?”
“My father.” If there was ever a worse time for him to be calling it was now.
He nodded and stayed silent as I answered. I hit send and heard my father rambling in Malaysian. When he heard the dial tone end he started speaking to me.
“Where are you?”
“Over at Marina’s,” I said. My unknown words earned a look from Devin.
“Let me speak with her.”
“She’s in the bathroom, changing her tampon, but I can tell her you’re on the-”
“No,” he huffed, a little uncomfortable.
“Is that all?”
“Why did you leave?”
I sighed. “I didn’t feel like hearing you and Rebecca gettin’ it on. Is that alright with you?”
There was a moment of hesitation then he said, “See you when you get home.”
Then the line went dead.
“Well, love you too daddy.” I said switching back to English.
“What happened?” Devin asked.
“Hold on.” I was calling Marina.
“Yeah?” She already knew it was me so there was no need for the hello’s and how are you’s.
“I need a favor.”
“Yup.”
“I need you to cover for me.”
“Um, okay,” she said a bit unsure.
“Well…I’m out with Jack and I told my dad I was with you.” I tried not to notice how Devin tensed at the mention of Jack. Jack was pretty likable. It was the reason I’d gone out with him.
“Oh, yeah sure. If he calls I’ll make something up.”
“Thanks.”
She laughed and we hung up.
“I didn’t think you’d take to lying so well,” Devin said looking past my head.
I shrugged. “Sometimes you have to.”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“What now?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
How did he not know? He had to know. Someone had to know what happened next and since I didn’t it was his job to provide the answers.
“What the hell,” he said then kissed me deeply.
When he pulled back it left me breathless. He laughed as I ran a shaky hand through my hair nervously.
“So we’re really going to do this?” I asked.
“Only if you want. If I hurt you or if you ever want me to stop, I will. I won’t touch you again.” I saw the pain in his eyes as he spoke the words.
It wasn’t so much as a want anymore but a need. I needed to feel his fingers on my flesh, to feel his breath caress my skin, and his body next to mine. It was too late to go back now. I was in too deep. I couldn’t be around him without my heart skipping a beat or my stomach fluttering or my entire being tingling with pleasure.
I could tell my hesitation was worrying him so I answered, bringing my mouth to his.
After a long moment of our tongues combining and my moaning he pulled back and laughed.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said laying me on the soft couch.
He ran his hands across my body, tracing small pattern across my stomach where my shirt had risen a bit. I closed my eyes both from the flesh bumps he was leaving and the sun that was beginning to blind me. When his fingers stopped around my bellybutton I opened my eyes. He was looking around himself and I knew why. If anyone saw us we’d be screwed.
He pulled me from the seat and to my feet. He led me down a corridor that took us to a small bedroom.
My throat began to get dry as he led me to the bed. He laid me down then went to shut the door. He came back to me, fingers running from my calf to my hip, and began kissing me hungrily. His mouth trailed to my chin then my collarbone.

Chapter Nine

We laid there a moment, in comfortable silence. His arm around my waist and mine holding myself. Cuddling.

I liked this. I didn’t really have this with Jack. Though I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself a booty call, but with Jack we couldn’t really do this. His parents were always home and with us having to keep our relationship from both our parents, we couldn’t really be seen out. The only place we could go was school and I wasn’t really the type of girl that had sex in the bathroom between classes.
Or was I?
I mean, I had had sex with Devin in his classroom. What was next? It was still sex in a school. Did that make me a slut?
Sleeping around with two guys, one being older-hell, a lot older- than the other. Plus I was doing it behind the others back. I kind of felt sluttish.
Devin making a trail of kisses from my ear to the base of my neck made all my thoughts disappear. I couldn’t think when he touched me and right now that sounded good to me. Not thinking? I didn’t like where my thoughts were going anyway.
He pulled away from me and fumbled with something on his side of the bed. I heard the light of a match and turned to see what he was doing.
He lit a cigarette that smelt oddly familiar. He took a long drag and let it out through his nose. Our eyes met and he offered me a smoke. I shrugged and took the cigarette from his lips and placed the butt between mine.
I inhaled but when it hit my throat I choked. It was powerful and thick.
He laughed then took it from my fingers. Taking another puff, he leaned over and kissed me. The smoke went from his mouth to mine though this time instead of choking me it came from my nose.
The kiss tasted of cloves and I recognized it as his taste. It made me a little lightheaded. He pulled back and laughed a bit at my high expression.
“No more cigarettes for you,” he said stroking my hair. “If your father knew you were smoking, he’d kill you.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not something I want to do again.” I laughed.
He frowned. “Sorry.”
“Why?”
He shrugged and put out the cigarette. “It’s a filthy habit anyway.”
“You don’t have to stop smoking. I kinda like it, it makes you look sexy.” Though he didn’t really need a cigarette in his mouth to do that. He was sexy alone.
He smiled wickedly as if reading my thoughts.
We lay there again, this time he stoked my hair absentmindedly.
“What’s your favorite color?” He asked after a moment.
I flipped over on my stomach and looked at him confusingly.
“Well…I was just thinking I don’t really know anything about you. Besides the fact you like to write. Well and the things Rebecca’s told me but I’m sure most of that can’t be true.”
“Purple.”
“Really?” He asked.
I shrugged. “Yeah, purple, but it changes, you know? Today I like purple, tomorrow I may like emerald or maroon.”
He nodded. “Favorite movie?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Food?”
“Don’t have one.” I laughed.
“You like everything?”
“I never said that. I just don’t...show favoritism.”
He nodded, drawing random circles on my bare back.
“Well how ‘bout you?” I asked. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Now?” He asked a small smile in his eyes. “Brown, light mahogany brown.”
“Why?”
“It’s the color of your eyes.”
A slight blush took my