“Favorite movie?” he asked this time.
“The Fault in Our Stars.”
“You’re kidding? Really?” he fully turned to me.
“What? That movie is beautiful…and shows the ugly face of cancer in the best way, even though it sugarcoats it with love and all,” I protested.
His face was serious as he listened to me, murmuring, “I’d better watch it.”
“What kind of books do you read?” he asked this time.
“Erotica,” I answered proudly.
“Hmm, naughty…I like it,” he laughed.
“Don’t laugh. I’m proud of what I read,” I giggled.
He pulled me toward him, causing me to lie down on the bed and said, “You must be a pro at sex, then.”
“Who knows? I thought practice was what made people perfect, not reading,” I whispered as he leaned into me.
“We can test that theory,” he whispered against my lips.
“I don’t have anything to lose,” I whispered back, suddenly feeling bold.
“I think you have, baby,” he said sweetly, pushing his hips between my legs, emphasizing his point.
Yeah… virginity… sure.
“I don’t think I will need it… after…” I started to say, but he stopped me with his lips.
I gasped at the soft touch of his lips. It wasn’t my first kiss, but in a way it was because I had never been kissed like this. His kiss was desperate, full of passion yet tender… totally different than my sixth grade kiss.
I parted my lips with the flick of his tongue on my bottom lip and he groaned as his tongue caressed mine. My hand moved to his hair, trying to get closer to him as his grip tightened on my hipbone. It hurt my sensitive body, but the pain was delicious. I wanted more.
I moaned, letting him deepen the kiss…
Only to be separated when the door opened by the nervous pizza boy.
I was still laughing when the pizza-boy left the room, sheepishly. Trying to not get caught in the hospital and leave us alone as soon as possible. His face was red the whole time, it was cute actually.
“Shh, don’t laugh at the poor boy,” Ashton said, but he was also grinning.
“What’s the next movie we’ll watch?” I asked, changing the topic.
“Step-up,” he said, hitting the play button on his laptop as he handed me my plate.
I was full after my second slice. It was the most I’ve eaten in years. I was cheerful, feeling like everything would be okay somehow. But in the back of my mind I knew this only proved that I was closer to the end than I assumed.
I was afraid that this day would be the last good day before the bad ones.
As we watched the movie, Ashton pulled me toward him, resting my head on his chest, wrapping his arm around me.
I was watching him as he watched the movie, wondering what would have happened if I was brave enough to talk to him earlier.
He tore his gaze away from the screen and looked at me, our faces were so close. There was a question on his face, probably wondering why I was staring at him.
“The painkiller is empty,” I pointed to the serum next to the table. It was my lame explanation, but it was also the truth. I didn’t know when the pain would kick in again and ruin the night if I didn’t have the painkiller in my system.