“Dude, you’re so drunk, you couldn’t even get it up if you wanted to,” Dean laughs.
“Yeah, and I’m not up for being barfed on while having sex,” Jonah answers as he hoists Gil’s arm over his shoulder.
“I’ve never ever been barfed on during sex. I don’t have to drink!” Gil says as his eyes start falling closed and he has to stick to Jonah and Dean while walking up the stairs.
“No more drinking for you,” I hear Dean say as they disappear out of sight.
“I really, really, hate playing never have I ever.”
“We’ll never have you ever do it again, buddy,” Jonah promises.
“Good, that’s good. I love you. You’re a good friend.”
I snort. Drunk-of-his-ass Gil is fun.
That just leaves me and O, who’s busy grabbing his phone and doing something. I squint my eyes, trying to look at his screen, but I can’t see. He gets up, holds out his hand to me and gives me a blinding toothpaste commercial smile. I grab his hand, and let him lead me to whatever he’s going to do. In the hallway, he opens the cupboard to the supply closet and presses me in. I let out a squeak and then fall into his arms.
“What are we doing?” I ask him as I look into his hazel eyes that reflect the faint light coming off of his phone.
“Showing you why all the girls wanted to spend seven minutes in heaven with me when we were younger.”
Oh. Ooooooooh. Yeah, I’m up for that.
He sets the timer on his phone and presses his body against mine. He makes me walk back until I’m pressed against the door and his chest is touching mine.
O towers over me, and I expect him to spend the next seven minutes devouring me. Instead, he slowly lifts his hand and caresses my cheek. My eyes are glued to his and I feel nervous butterflies.
He smiles with his eyes, and I can’t help but answer it. His thumb traces my bottom lip and I open my lips for him, trying to catch my breath while all we do is look at each other. He lowers his head to mine. This is the moment he’s going to kiss me, right?
He softly strokes his nose against mine, pressing a featherlight kiss to the side of my mouth. My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest, which is nuts, because I’ve kissed O before. I’ve done a hell of a lot more than just kiss O. But this isn’t just O and me, this is teenage O and teenage Mor getting a do-over. Being head over heels in love with each other.
When he finally sinks his lips down on me, I give in and close my eyes. We spend the remaining time softly kissing and making out. There’s no urgency there, we’re just showing each other how we feel about one another.
And once the timer beeps, he presses stop and resumes kissing me. I don’t know how much time passes, but we spent a good part of the evening making out in the supply closet.