Naughty Thoughts

'Wait! I'm not even his girlfriend. Why am I thinking about this kind of things'. I shook my head repeatedly trying to remove that idea in my head. I gently went upstairs. I saw him waiting outside his bedroom door with a seductive smile on his face. Well, to me it looked so seductive. I know I'm young, but I don't mind giving it to him. Yeah, I'm stupid, I know. What can I do? This is not a simple crush anymore. I love him. Yes, I know I'm in love with him.

He let me enter his room before he came in and shut the door. My heart thumped like mad. I'm nervous and excited at the same time. He told me to just put my bag wherever I want.

I can't move from where I was standing. He noticed me and told me to sit on his bed. Damn, his bed has a blue bedsheet and pillowcase, I like blue. 'I have to calm down.'

He took some stuff and told me to get ready. 'Get ready? Does he mean I have to…' I looked at the buttons of my shirt. 'Do I have to do it, or he will do it?'

To be honest, I'm wasn't paying attention to his room and whatever he's doing. My brain was in a mess. 'He likes Liza and I'm the one in his bedroom right now! Maybe I should go.' I stood up but I can't move.

Liam walked to me and held my hand, "Come here." he led me to a stool. "Once we start, I will not stop. Okay?" he looked so serious.

His eyes mesmerize me so I nodded and said, "Yeah, okay." I smiled nervously.

"Try not to move a lot," he added. "Sit there."

I looked around and saw the little stool behind me. I pointed to it, "Here?" I looked a bit confused.

He nodded.

So I sat down and I didn't move at all. 'Isn't it better in bed than in a stool?' I thought.

"Don't be too stiff. Just be you. Be comfortable."

I couldn't take it any longer. I have to ask him what the hell it's all about. "Liam, what are we doing?"

"Oh, yes. Remember I asked for your help before. I'm talking about this. It's my project. I had to draw someone."

"So… Of course, I mean, yeah sure, draw me." 'So it's just me thinking of dirty and weird stuff.'

I sat there for like thirty minutes. My nose started to itch. "Liam, my nose is a bit itchy, can I just scratch it?"

He stood up and his hand rubbed my nose. "Better?"

I'm flabbergasted by his action. "Yeah, thanks."

"Is it nearly done?" I asked.

He massaged his neck like he was tired. 'Damn he look so hot.' I know my mind is dirty for my age. I'm sure most of us have that kind of thoughts sometimes.

Anyway, he asked me if I'm feeling hungry, oh my, of course, I'm hungry even if I'm not. I will get to eat with him at his house. Not going to refuse that.

"Yeah, I'm a little hungry."

"Okay, let's stop for now. I'll sort some food for us."

I stood up and stretched my arms and legs and noticed him smiled as our eyes met. My cheeks felt warm, damn, I blushed and he saw it. He had a sweet smile on his face. "How can I help you with the food?" I asked to change the mood.

Earlier I was thinking of something naughty and now I couldn't stand his gaze. 'What is wrong with me?'

"You are a guest in my house so just sit on the couch and no need to worry or help." His smile is contagious.

I followed him to their kitchen. And sat on the tall stool on their kitchen island. Their kitchen is nice. I watched him as he started to cook something. It seemed like he was cooking some kind of spaghetti.

I stood up and walked to where he was. I saw asparagus and peas. 'What is he cooking?' He then asked me to get the cream from the fridge in which I did, but before I can open the fridge he was right behind me and stretched his arms to the fridge. My heart palpitated by his action.

It seemed like we were like that for hours, but in reality, it was no less than a minute.

"Quick, I don't want it to burn," he said.

So I just moved away and let him get it. After twenty minutes, it was done and he served it to me in a very presentable way like I'm dining at a restaurant.

My eyes nearly popped out as I admire the food he cooked.

"It's a vegetarian summer carbonara. It's good for you," He handed me the fork and we ate quietly.