Spin The Bottle

46 | Master of Kisses

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Chapter Forty Six: Master of Kisses

Chris jolts awake in a daze, wondering what the hell woke him up when he sees that he's alone in his room.

Then he hears it. The doorbell rings and he winces. He came home before 1am -- way earlier than he planned. He was drunk so Jason dropped him off. He was out like a light the moment his body met his bed.

He checks the time and wonders who's ringing the doorbell at 7am on a Saturday morning. He makes his way downstairs in his hungover and groggy state, hoping the doorbell hasn't woken his mum and sister up. But unlike him, they're heavy sleepers so he doubts that.

He opens the door and the hand that was about to press the doorbell pauses mid air. The person standing on his porch shocks all the grogginess out of him and makes him to blink twice to be sure.

"W-What are you doing here?"
He stares at her in surprise.

Steph brings her hand to her side and says. "Hi."

He looks behind her and sees Brooke's car parked by the curb in front of his house.

Brooke lets the window down and yells. "Hi Chris! Bye Chris!"
Then she winks before she starts the car and she drives away.

Chris returns his gaze to Stephanie and she bites her lip.

"Can I come in?" She asks.

Seeing as he can't avoid her right now without being rude, he sighs. "Sure, come on in."

He steps aside and she walks into the house. He shuts the door and sees that she has taken off her coat. He collects it from her and hangs it on the coatrack. They proceed further into the living room and sit on separate couches.

There's a pregnant pause as they both awkwardly sit in silence. Each person thinking of what to break the silence with.

They both try to speak at the same time.

"What--"

"Can--"

They both stop, waiting for the other to complete their sentence.

"You go first," Chris urges with a blank expression on his face.

Always the gentleman, Steph thinks as she smiles faintly.

"We need to talk."
If she says she isn't a little nervous, she'd be lying. She just hopes it goes well and honestly, she didn't think this through. She just decided she needed to talk to him urgently. It can't wait till Monday.

"We are talking," is Chris' reply.

Steph rolls her eyes -- he always manages to make her do that every time they're together.

Steph finds herself studying him in silence, as a biology student would study a specimen in the laboratory. His disheveled hair and the fact that it seems he just got out of bed.

"Did I wake you up?" She inquires.

"Yes, you did."

"I'm sorry."

He just woke up and yet he still manages to look this good.

"It's okay."

"What about Emily and your mum?" Steph asks. She knows she's stalling but she's thinking of how to go about this.