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Thankfully, though, I didn't have to move because Amanda came sauntering in whilst whistling a very familiar tune. She smiled sweetly at me as I sat up, nodding my head towards her in acknowledgment. She gave me a sympathetic look before perching on the sofa next to me. I cocked one eyebrow and was about to ask her why she was looking at me like that, but she beat me to the first word.

"Where's Zhan?" The stare she fixed me with made me feel like she knew. It was one of those awkward moments where you tug on your collar to loosen it. But I kept my hands entwined and resting on my knees.

"Taking a shower," I attempted to keep my voice casual, and to keep my thoughts from drifting to provocative images. I thought it was best to change the subject.

"Dad said your check's on the kitchen side, by the way. Don't forget it before you leave." She nodded her head gently.

"Ah, tell your father I said thank you." She grinned. I slid my phone from my pocket and checked the time: nine-thirty.

Shit, Mandy you've done thirty minutes over-time

"Yibo! Language!" She scolded, giving me a very stern expression. I rolled my eyes and contemplated arguing with the fact that I'm sixteen now, but decided against it. "And it's okay. I don't mind sticking around here a little longer than needed. It's not exactly hell." She winked with a smile. "But yes, my husband will wait for me, so I will be off. You'll be okay, you and Zhan?" I felt like saying no, but kept my mouth shut and just nodded.

She returned the nod and disappeared towards the kitchen. I waited patiently for her to come back through, wanting to be polite and wave her off. It only took a few minutes, and I was at the front door, holding it open for her.

"Have fun, but keep safe." She dropped her chin and raised her eyebrows, and I couldn't even believe what she was insinuating. But by the time I'd gotten over the shock, she was driving away.

What the fuck? Was all I could think.

After slamming the door harder than necessary, I turned back into the living room to find Zhan with his arms crossed across his chest. He also had his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles. I shoved my hands in my pockets and shuffled forward, looking down at the beige carpet. I was expecting him to utter an innuendo or something, but he just sat there, waiting. That didn't help calm my nerves much.

"Are you going to sit down?" He asked me, nodding his head towards the space next to him on the white sofa. My gaze drifted to the single seater to my right, but my legs directed me towards him. I fell into the sofa cushions carelessly, and we sat there in silence awkwardly for a few moments. I glanced to the side to see Zhan tapping his fingers at a fast beat on his knees before he said. "Wanna make out?"

"Fuck off, Zhan." I rubbed my forehead with my fingers, trying to work away the stress and embarrassment; the nervousness and insecurities. I honestly don't know what's going on with me lately. I heard Zhan laughing to the side of me, which just made me annoyed.

"What?" He chuckled. "I was only asking."

"I'm not in the mood." I groaned.

"For what, making out?"

"Zhan, enough with the God damn- oh, just shut the fuck up." I waved my hand in dismissal, suddenly feeling tired and letting a quick yawn escape.

"What the fuck's got you so up-tight?" He can't get his own way, so I could see his judgmental stare. I couldn't be bothered to answer him, so I just sighed and closed my eyes. Before he practically threw himself into my lap, his knees on either side of my hips, I could feel his weight shifting on the other side of the sofa. I looked up at him with a look of warning, dropping my hands to my sides.

But, like the dick that he is, he just smiled.

"You know, you really need to chill." His palms slid up over my chest to rest on my shoulders. His fingers stroking circles into my skin through the material of my shirt. My eyes slid shut without my consent. His fingers slowly increased in pressure and fuck, it felt good. His hands moved from my shoulders, up to my neck, and continued with the same motions. I let my forehead fall forward and rested against Zhan's chest. The pads of his fingers were warm, and he really knew what he was doing. I bit my bottom lip and drew it into my mouth, sucking on it, to keep me from saying anything.

But my hands found Zhan's wrists and pulled them down, my head rolling back and my eyes looking up at him lazily. I was about to tell him I can't do it, it's too intimate. But he was leaning down and his eyes were focused on mine and then, in the split of a second, his lips were on mine and it wasn't my teeth, now, that were biting down on my bottom lip. His moans were causing vibrations, which just made his kiss that much more amazing. My brain was slowly losing rationality. All that I could process was:

Zhan, fuck more, yes. And the only thing stopping me from saying it out loud was his lips.