"Lia Marie Johnson!" I heard what seemed like my angry father shouting because well, it's past midnight...

What excuse should I put on, now?

"It's almost one in the morning, young lady!"

"Dad..it's literally five past twelve," I walked up to him, a daring chuckle trying to break through the way.

"What kind of hangout lasts that long?"

"It was a date," I sighed, giving up my denial. It was a date, and that's pretty much the only excuse I've got.

It was a date.

Was it a good date?

He stood, his mouth slightly hung, pretty much speechless at the truth.

I can't really blame him for his reaction. The loner Lia was on a date.

"With Jackson?"

"Yeah, we had a little picnic by the park, and he was actually just by the door before I got in."

He slowly started walking to the couch, and I followed him, appreciating the fact that he's not angry anymore. "Come here."

I sat down beside him, seeing how he's rubbing his forehead slightly from frustration, "how did it go?"

"It went well," I smiled softly at his reaction. My father and I never had talks about boys, dates, or love in general. I know too well that he's a hopeless romantic, though...and I really wish he'd find his love sooner or later.

I literally cannot wait for another woman to join our house.

"We had a park picnic and we walked by the ladle and then we drove around the city until we got home. It was nice."

"That was all?" He smiled, one side of his lips tugging to form a slight smirk.

"Yeah," I readjusted the falling hair strands, watching him shake his head.

"Come on," he teased, before doing kissing noises, making me laugh at his actions. "Did Lia have her first kiss?"

"Nope, Lia was too shy to have her first kiss with a good school jock."

"Why?" His eyebrows wrinkled, the smile on his face never fading. I shrugged, starting to doubt my decision. Even my father thinks I should've kissed him. "You know we have that good lips heredity trait amongst our family. Good lips mean great kisses."

"Maybeeee next time..??"

"Sure thing, princess. Now come on. Time to sleepy, sleepy for you to wakey wakey early."

I nodded, jumping of the couch to jog to my room. I started taking off my clothes, suddenly hearing my phone ring to see it's Ross.

Quickly accepting the call, I brought it to my ears, softly croaking out, "hey."

"Hey, how did it go??" He excitedly inquired making me slowly bite my lip.

He sounds like an overly excited teenage boy and I don't think I've ever heard something more pure.

"So far so good," I giggled, slipping my shorts on and jumping onto my bed, "he even mentioned a second date. A fancy one."

"Perfect," I could sense a smile in his voice which reflected onto me slowly. "Did you get a kiss?"

"Nope."

"What? Why?!"

Oh god..."do you guys not understand how hard it is to lose a first kiss?"

"Err, maybe it is, yeah. That's going to be our next session's topic by the way, young lady!" He noted sternly and I internally fell. That's a sensitive topic. "Do you wanna crash in for the night? We mentioned a visit to mine, a week ago."

"I don't know if that's possible right now. It's past twelve in the morning."

"Go ask your dad," he encouraged slowly making me bite my lip. The thought of a sleep over lured me...perhaps it would help me to not go mad tonight.

"Ok stay on the line." I jumped off the bed and quickly sprinted to Dad to find him working with some papers on his office desk.

"Hey, daddy?" I started putting on a play, praying he'd agree to my request. It's close to summer, and it's New York City, midnight ain't that late...

Right?

"Yes princess," he looked at me, taking his glasses off, a small smile evident on his face.

"Can I, pretty please, ask you for a little request?"

"Yes honey..."

" Can I sleepover at Dr. Ross' ?" I quickly said, waving the phone to show him he's on the line..

I once again made his jaw drop, drawing a giggle out of me. "Huh?"

"Please, daddy! He's like the only friend I've got....and he offered me to stay in at his...plus, you won't be here tomorrow and it'd be way too boring."

"Lia, I can't drive right now.." he chuckled, shaking his head, making me pout.

This sucks.

"Dad can't drive right now," I said over the phone, putting Ross on speaker.

"I could come pick you up," he offered, making Dad sigh, before giving in.

"Fine. Only for one night though!"

"Oh my god, he said yes," I gasped, after turning off the speaker to talk to him.

"Well you sure are a daddy's little girl!"

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"Mi casa es tu casa!"

"I can't believe my father agreed to this," I giggled following him around the house.

"It's magic," he winked, his blonde strands falling on his eyes slightly. "Do you wanna change first?"

"Yes please," I mumbled as he sprinted up the stairs with me and got into the main bedroom.

His apartment- sorry, penthouse was pretty huge for only one individual...what a great place for playing hide and seek.

He led me to the fancy bathroom where I quickly got into my tank top and basketball shorts. I left my hair loose and quickly got out to see him slipping on his grey tank, matched with his grey sweatpants.

"All done!"

"You're fast," he chuckled making me blush and nod.

"I'm just excited. I've never had a sleepover!"

The room looked pretty large compared to the others, a king sized bed, a mini fridge, a large plasma television, a desk with a computer on it, the massive wardrobe, and another door which led to a fitting room.

Fan-cy.

"Wanna drink?" He offered, opening the mini fridge to take out what seemed like a red sparkling grape juice bottle. "It's non alcoholic."

"Okay," I shrugged, standing beside him, a smirk clear on my face. "I actually did have an alcoholic drink ... a couple of times."

"Seriously?!" His eyebrows rose slowly as I nodded, biting my lips. "You don't look like a girl who'd do that."

"Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."

He stopped pouring the second glass and almost froze before glancing at me, his jaw slight hung.

"Let's drink to that," he almost whispered, with a smirk spread on his face making me giggle.

"You know it's just juice."

"Let's pretend it's wine."

Boy, was that a great idea.

We clinked the glasses before taking a sip, and resting on the bed.

I sat flat on my stomach as he rested on his elbow, asking me a little more details about the date and how it went- and everything had to go back to the same point.

"Did he..try to kiss you though, like, did he lean in, look at your lips, or even inch towards them a little?" He inquired, now chugging down the bottle of the juice as I held a glass full.

I brought it to my lips, suddenly feeling the liquid pour down my neck, damping my cleavage as it smeared through my breasts. "Fuck," I mumbled, hearing his laughter fit as I set the glass aside. "It feels awkwardly uncomfortable with my bra all wet."

I reached under my top and slowly unclasped it to take it off as I let an arm after another off the tank top, careful not to pull it down as I do so.

Curse my sudden confidence.

Just watching her do that made my heart pace quickly pick up. I couldn't act the same anymore.... that girl's purity drives me insane.

I couldn't hold my heart down.. the more I looked at her, the more I grew intimidated. She drove me insane, that I started doubting my decision of having this sleepover.

I was afraid I might do something and scare her away.

"Better now??" I chuckled making her nod and go back to her position.

"Much better...speaking of which, what do you think a guy would like to see on a girl at a fancy restaurant?"

"Interesting question," I smirked, standing up, making her raise her eyebrows.

"Where are you going?"

I walked to the dressing room, luring her into it with a hand signal. She left the glass and got in, watching me slowly open the closet, revealing many dresses with lots of different styles.

"Woah," she slowly gasped as I smiled at her mesmerized state. "I've never seen such a thing. Whose dresses are they?"

"My ex's," I bit my lip softly as she turned her gaze onto me. "She cheated on me with a businessman.... she didn't have the courage to come and take them after we called it off."

"So you're the one who got them for her?"

"Yeah," I said, going through them as she smiled softly. "Most of them are untouched, even the price tag is still on them. She only wore about two."

"Well that wardrobe is just too trendy for her bitchy ass," she mumbled, making me look at her with a smile clear on me.

"You should try some of them on... I bet they'd look more beautiful on you than they did on her," I smiled picking out a few of my personal favorites and handing them on to her.

"I can't take that, these must've cost a fortune," she bit her lip before I dragged her to the bathroom.

"Go go gooo. Come on. Go try them on I'll be waiting here," I closed the door on her, hearing her sigh before giggling a little.

"Which one should I try first?"

"The red velvet one."

"You must be a freak for red velvet," she giggled yet again making me bite my lip softly.

In a matter of minutes, the door was opened revealing tall, petit, curvy figure in a short, lacy, red dress with silky, long, blond hair and dreamy, hazel, bright eyes that perfectly contrasted a pair of plump, baby pink, luscious lips.

"What do you think?" She perked, laying a hand on her small waist as I ram mine through my hair.

Fuck me.

"It looks great on you, I think that's going to be my fave."

She smiled before closing the door again, going in to try the next.

"Should I try the black floral one?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied through the door, walking away to grab the juice bottle, chugging down some of it.

Goddamn. I can't fail at this.

I can't expose my truth. I can't simply do any of that or else I'm done with.

As a therapist, as a man, as a human.

"There!" She perked up again, right as the door was opened and stood out to show me the dress on her

Ross Shor Lynch....you are so done with.

"Damn," I found myself mumble, slowly walking over to her.

"You like??" She giggled, twirling around, making my eyes get dizzy.

I started to doubt my drink.

"I love it, honestly. You should totally wear that. It's so...you. And you are beautiful."

"I am?"

"Totally, princess," the joy of having this coming out of my lips towards her was indescribable. I brought my fingers to fix her fallen strands making her smile slightly.

"Thank you," she blushed, looking down at her exposed, toned thigh. "More people like you should exist."

"More people like you should be kissed," I confessed upon myself, knowing that she understood that it's a talk about Jackson.

"He's not going to kiss me," she sighed, before coming to sit on the soft mattress, laying on her stomach with her bent legs placed one on top of the other.

"You should be brave enough to let him kiss you," if only she saw the wound inside my heart through my bloodshot eyes.....

If only she saw my regret across the way I act natural even though I'm messed up on the inside.

"But I can't let him be a failed first attempt..."

"You know....you can try something new," I smiled lightly, mimicking our first position, to slowly have my eyes travel places....secret places. "You could kiss someone before kissing him. Get some practice."

"I know no one, remember?" she slowly rested her head on the back of her hand, before smiling shyly. "I only know you."

"That'd make it easy," I smiled at her, sitting up a little as she did so too, little shock clear inside her gorgeous eyes. "I don't mind...after all, I'm here to help you."

"A-are you sure about this?" She bit her luscious lips, making me get dragged closer to her, my thoughts on the very kissable lips of hers.

"Don't worry about me," I shook my head, smiling at her, trying my best to hide every emotion I have for her. "It's just a kiss anyways.."

"Well then okay," she bit her lips yet again, making me certain of her nervous habits. "I don't know how it all is, though."

"Ok," I giggled, seeing her fix the dress' cup. "Look, Lia... when a guy tries to kiss you, he first focuses on your eyes... and sees every ounce of detail inside them."

She nodded, getting closer to me slowly. "And trust me, right before the kiss, if you focus on the eyes, you'll either see love, or hatred. There's nothing in between..." I paused, staring into hers. This is really happening .. "I can't tell you the rest until you actually kiss someone, Lia...it's all about what you feel, and from everything I know, I can't just guide you to a kiss with words, you have to feel the kiss...here.."

I held my hands close to where her heart is, seeing her smile before I swept my hands onto her neck. I felt her rapid pulse, making my stomach flutter slowly. "You're nervous."

"Sorry I am," she shyly whispered making me inch closer to her.

"Don't be. It's totally normal to feel nervous."

My gaze left hers and I was now staring into her luscious lips, drawing me in even more.

Fuck this.

I slowly crept my right hand, meeting hers to interlock them together. My eyes moved back to her eyes and I felt us unintentionally lean in.

We were way too close to notice each other anymore, way too drawn to get held back.

"I can't do this," I heard her mumble, millimeters away from my face making me caress her neck more securely.

"You can, princess. You can do anything," I mumbled before giving her lips a very small, soft peck, wanting to pause to see her reaction.

She had her lips parted slowly before she held my neck and kissed me again deeply, as I immediately responded to her passionate kiss..

Goddamn...

Her hands playing with my hair, her lips loving every taste of grape juice drop of me, and I, addicted to her kiss and how luscious her lips are...

She made me feel dizzy under her hold on my hair, and I fell backwards to pull her in with me. I was way too lost.. my hands creeped to her exposed thighs and I held her soft skin as she begged for an entrance with her tongue.

I allowed her in, loving her taste, and the amazingly slow yet passionate kiss we shared.

I don't want this to end. Ever.

I want to kiss her forever, love her for eternity and hold her till afterlife...

Her hands, lost in my hair held my cheeks before she pulled away a little, looking at me with the biggest smile drawn on her features.

"Oh my god," she whispered, sitting up and yet never leaving my hands. Our eyes stared into each other's and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the enormous smile. "I never knew kissing felt that amazing..."

"You liked it?"

"I loved it!" She lightly jumped on the mattress, making me giggle.

Such a little soul.

"Did you though? I mean, was I...good?"

I smiled, squeezing her little hand to reassure her. "You were great, princess."

I stared at her, watching her giggle Andy cover her mouth just like a 4- year old.

Her pure soul was way too cheerful for me to not love. She's amazing. Emotionally vulnerable..

I was glad I broke her seasonal affective disorder.... even though it was summer.

But I was very glad I did. One day off depression is better than none.

I wanted to break it off to her and talk to her about everything that involves both of us.....

But I couldn't utter a word after the most amazing kiss I've ever shared with anyone...

I just never stop lying about and to her....

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