She curled up next to him, smelling of patchouli and candy floss and toothpaste. Matt gave a small nervous chuckle as her hair brushed against his chin and questioned her again. "No, really, how did you get here?"
Lea just smiled in the half light of the lamp she'd brought with her and pulled more of the covers in her direction. "I told you, I have my ways."
"Oh-Okay..." He tore his eyes away from her and looked up at the canopy, his hand clutching the sheets on the side of the bed his girlfriend wasn't occupying.
"You are allowed to touch me, you know," Lea commented, her tone flat. Matt didn't answer. "We've been dating four months..."
"That's... do you think that's, um, long enough?"
"Long enough for what?"
"For, um... you know, us, to, uh..."
Lea raised an eyebrow, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. "Matt... I'm not here for... that. I just wanted to spend the night with you..."
"Oh! Oh of... of course." He flushed bright red. What an idiot he was, thinking that, and now she'd think he was a total pig, or that he thought she was easy,or something, and she'd hate him. "I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this. Not like Remy, He's--"
He was cut off by a small hand hitting him, hard, on the chest. "Stop that!" Lea whined. "Stop comparing yourself to him!" She frowned, then leaned in, resting on his chest, her lips a breath away from his. "I'm not dating Remy Cowan, I'm dating Matthieu Cowan." The kiss tasted like toothpaste and her pink lip gloss. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."
As she rested her head on his chest, Matt cautiously wrapped his arms around her. "Really?"
"Yes, really."
Rocking to: The Taste the Touch - Asteria