There was a fresh scent in the air, and the colors of his house were bright and light. I looked around: everything was neat and orderly, so different from my own home. He seemed completely at ease, confident, while I felt awkward and unsure of what to do.
He handed me a glass of water, and as I took a sip, he gave me a quick tour of the house. His pace was hurried, and within minutes, he led me into his room. He made me sit on the bed, looked into my eyes, and said,
"I still can't believe you're here."
He kissed me without warning, before I could even speak. It was my first kiss—I didn't know what to do—but he seemed so experienced. I still remember noticing his abs—they were perfect, like a bronze statue.
He noticed my shyness and asked if it was my first time. Afraid of seeming inexperienced, I lied. We ended up making love. It wasn't at all how I had imagined it—he was in control, guiding everything.
Afterwards, he looked at me and said,
-"You lied."
-"What?" I asked, confused.
-"Is this your first time?"
I should have realized from his beginner-like kisses. I felt embarrassed and was about to apologize, but he stopped me halfway and said,
"You just earned extra points."
He gently touched my face and kissed me again. My heart was bursting with joy. I couldn't believe he liked me… even though I had lied.
It was already mid-afternoon. Between cuddles and chatting, I heard the door open—it was his parents.
"We want to meet your girlfriend. Can you come out?" his mother called.
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