fourteen

I have to say I wouldn't have thought so, but getting up and ready for school with Zhan was a very awkward situation. When he stripped off his clothes to hit the shower, I turned around and gasped like I hadn't seen his jewels before, I blurted, "What the fuck dude?", and then face- palmed after realising why my reaction was so ridiculous. Of course, the whole time this was going on, there was a massive smirk slapped on Zhan's face.

He walked up to me in all his glory, I tilted my head back by my hair and whispered over my lips, "You're acting like you haven't seen my dick" before, then he released me, winked and disappeared into the en-suite. Leaving me tingling with arousal and a blush creeping onto my cheeks. Sighing, I finished drying my hair with a towel and tossed it into the corner of my room, by my door. This was going to take some getting used to.

I heard the water from the shower start to run and decided I didn't want to stick around for Zhan to make more fun of me, whilst the only thing covering him and his wet body was a white towel. Oh God, way too tempting. I almost dived through the en-suite door and into the shower with him. But instead. I took the less sexier route down the stairs and into the kitchen where I found my father reading the morning newspaper. As always.

"Son, ' my father greeted in his usual gruff tone, his eyes not straying from the words in his hands. Mandy was dancing about, placing a plate full of English breakfast in front of his poise form. "Thank you, Amanda." He muttered. folding his newspaper in half and placing it beside him. I perched on one of the other kitchen stools, a seat away from my father's position.

Mandy bustled her way over to me with a large grin, "Good morning mister Wang, what would you like for breakfast?" She winked as if to say, or have you already had it? I cringed and rolled my eyes. She seemed to understand our silent conversation, letting out a slight chuckle. It annoys me when she calls me by my last name, but my mother doesn't approve of a maid addressing her employees on a personal level. However, she always does it when my parents aren't around.

"Is there some inside joke I'm not familiar with?" My father's voice pitched in, his tone surprisingly light, an unusual smile on his lips. Me and Mandy both shook our heads silently.

"I'll just have toast and butter today, thanks Mandy." She nodded and got straight on with it. My father's full attention then got turned on me, and I shifted in my seat awkwardly. "Something wrong, dad?" I avoided eye contact, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

He shook his head as if he was stuck in slow motion. "There's just something a little...different about you today." I swallowed nervously, my eyes now trained on the counter that I was tapping my fingers in an off-beat rhythm.

"Really? I don't feel different." I lied. I felt entirely different. I didn't even feel like the same person anymore. Mandy placed the plate of toast in front of me, I nodded in thanks and concentrated on eating it as slowly as possible so I constantly had a mouthful of food, and you're not supposed to talk with your mouth full, I thought.

Thankfully, he just made a hmm noise and turned back to his breakfast. For the duration of finishing my toast, all that was heard was the shuffling of Mandy and the clinking of knives and forks. I stood up to leave, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on my way out, and jogged my way back upstairs. I figured it was better looking at Zhan naked than staying in an awkward silence with my father.

To my disappointment, Zhan was fully dressed except for his top which he was just pulling over his head. His hair was left ruffled after he tugged his head through the shirt's hole, letting the rest of the grey material slide down his torso without him even touching it. He smiled at me before running his hands through his hair, straightening it out.

He always left his hair natural, unstyled. He never needed to do anything with it, cause it looked good just how it was. I don't know how he deals with that fringe though, constantly swooping into his eyes all the time.

"You alright?" He asked me, which shook me out of my thoughts.

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine." Quickly tossing Zhan the apple, I swiftly moved over to my mirror, instantly pulling a slanted face at the sight of my hair -which was sticking up in every direction. Grabbing the tub of gel, I styled it how I normally do; girls love the fluffy, spiky hair look. Reasonably satisfied with the outcome, I perched on the edge of my bed where Zhan was laying.

"You?" I asked softly.

"Huh?" He jerked his face towards me with furrowed brows, taking a bite out of his apple with a crunch.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. You could make me better though," he chuckled, a smirk forming on his amused face. I rolled my eyes, making to get up but was stopped by a pressure on my wrist. Zhan pulled me down until I was laying on my side, where we sorta swapped positions - as now, Zhan was looming over me, climbing onto my body. He paused, reaching over to the bedside drawers and placed his apple gently on the surface, before settling back into place.

"Zhan, we have school in half an hour," I protested, pressing my palms against his chest. but he didn't listen. He leaned down, kissing along my jawline softly.

"Zhan, seriously man, my parents are here. What if they-"

"They won't," he pinned my wrists by each side of my head, leaning in on my face so close, my eyes couldn't focus on him properly. He brushed his bottom lip against my top, flicking his tongue out before fully taking my lips in his. I let out a slight whimper in surprise, but kissed him back nonetheless, letting my eyelids fall shut. The pressure of his fingers on my wrists grew tighter, pushing them harder into the mattress, allowing deeper access into my mouth.