Chapter 85: A Bite

After another minute, I finally looked down at Gwen.

She was still sitting on my lap with her head against my chest and didn’t seem interested in moving anytime soon.

I waited a little longer before saying, “You need to go back to your seat.” Gwen didn’t even lift her head.

“No.” I stared down at her.

“Gwen, I have to drive.” She finally looked up at me like I had said something stupid.

“I know. So drive.”

I looked at her for a second.

“You’re sitting on me.” Gwen nodded.

“I noticed.” I pointed toward the road.

“And what happens if we get into an accident because you’re sitting on me?” She didn’t look worried at all.

“You won’t let that happen.” I gave her a flat look.

“That’s not the point.” Gwen only smiled slightly.

“I know how fast you can react. You’ll handle it.”

Of course she would use that against me.

Before I could tell her to move again, her hand slid across my chest and went beneath my jacket.

I looked down at it and then back at her.

“Gwen.” She acted like nothing was wrong and asked, “What?” Her fingers moved slowly against my side while she stayed against me.

I said, “You’re already making it harder to drive.” Gwen moved a little closer and answered, “I know you’ll be fine.”

Then she lifted her face toward mine again.

She came close enough that for a second I thought she was finally going to kiss me, but she stopped just before our lips touched.

I could feel her breath against my face while she looked into my eyes, and then she suddenly asked, “Why aren’t you driving? We’re going to be late.” I stared at her.

“Because you’re doing this.” Gwen smiled.

“I’m not stopping you.”

I considered moving her back to her seat myself, but after what had just happened, that would probably start another argument.

I finally gave up and started driving again.

Gwen seemed completely satisfied with that result.

She rested against my chest and, for the first minute or so, actually stayed still.

I still had to adjust how I was sitting because she was on my lap, but I could drive without much trouble as long as she didn’t decide to do anything stupid.

Naturally, that lasted about a minute.

Her hand was already under my jacket when I felt her fingers move lower.

A second later, they slipped beneath my shirt and her palm touched my stomach.

The car moved slightly before I corrected it, and I immediately looked down at her.

“What are you doing?” Gwen didn’t even bother looking up.

She simply rested her head against my chest again while leaving her hand exactly where it was.

“Gwen.” She quietly answered, “Hmm?” I looked back at the road.

“Your hand is inside my shirt.” Gwen replied, “I know.” I waited for more, but nothing came.

“Why is your hand inside my shirt?” She shifted slightly against me and answered, “I’m getting comfortable.” I almost laughed.

“How does putting your hand inside my shirt make you comfortable?” Gwen’s fingers moved once against my stomach before she said, “It just does.”

I looked down at her for a moment before returning my attention to the road.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” Gwen didn’t deny it.

She only pressed herself more comfortably against my chest and closed her eyes.

Her hand stayed beneath my shirt, but she didn’t do anything else with it.

Somehow that made it worse because I was constantly aware that it was there while she acted like this was completely normal.

I kept driving, and after a while I got used to it enough that I could mostly ignore her.

We were already getting close to home when Gwen suddenly lifted her head and said, “Stop.” I glanced at her.

“What now?” She only repeated, “Stop the car.” I sighed but found somewhere safe and pulled over.

The moment we stopped, Gwen looked directly at me and asked, “You’ve had girlfriends before, right?”

That wasn’t the question I had expected.

“Yes.” Gwen immediately followed with, “How many?” I remembered Sara asking something similar earlier, and apparently avoiding the question then hadn’t saved me from it.

I asked, “Why are you suddenly interested in this?” Gwen simply answered, “Because I want to know.” I stared at her for a second before saying, “I’ve dated before. That’s enough.”

Apparently it wasn’t.

Gwen stayed quiet for a moment before asking, “Did you have sex with them?” That one actually made me stop.

The problem was that the answer was yes.

Both me and the original Chris had, so saying no would definitely be a lie.

And for some reason, looking at Gwen this close, I had the strange feeling that if I lied she would somehow know.

So I answered, “Yes.” Gwen’s expression changed slightly, but she didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

Then she asked, “How many?” I became quiet.

Gwen kept looking at me before repeating, “Chris.

How many?” I considered avoiding the question again, but that clearly wasn’t going to work, so I finally said, “Nine.”

Gwen stared at me for a few seconds before saying, “Slut.” I genuinely thought I had heard her wrong.

“Huh?” She looked completely serious.

“Nine. You’re a slut.” I stared at her.

“You asked me.” Gwen frowned.

“That doesn’t make nine less.” I couldn’t believe this conversation.

“What exactly do you want me to do about it now?” She answered, “You could’ve slept with fewer people.” I gave her a flat look.

“I can’t go back in time and change the number just because you don’t like it.”

Before I could say anything else, Gwen suddenly leaned forward and kissed me.

My mind went blank for a second because I hadn’t expected it at all.

Then I felt her teeth catch my lower lip.

At first the bite wasn’t hard, but instead of letting go, she slowly started increasing the force.

I waited for a second, wondering what she was doing, until I realized she wasn’t just trying to bite me.

She wanted it to bleed.

With my body the way it was now, Gwen would have to put in a ridiculous amount of force to actually break the skin.

She seemed to realize that too because the pressure kept increasing.

I could have stopped her easily, but instead I found myself indulging her.

I lowered my body’s defence around my lip enough for her teeth to break the skin.

Her teeth finally broke the skin.

The taste of blood reached my mouth almost immediately, and Gwen stopped increasing the force the moment she got what she wanted.

She still didn’t pull away, though.

Her lips were against mine, one of her arms was around me, and her other hand was still beneath my shirt.

For a second, neither of us moved.

Then I started to kiss her back.

The moment I moved toward her and started to reciprocate, Gwen pulled away.

I stared at her, completely caught off guard again.

She was still only a few inches away, and there was a tiny bit of my blood on her lip.

She looked at it, then back at me, before saying, “No.”

I frowned.

“No?” Gwen reached up and wiped the small amount of blood from my lower lip with her thumb.

“You can do that when your answer is yes.”

I immediately knew what she meant.

My answer to her proposal.

I stared at her for another second, but Gwen had apparently finished whatever she wanted to do.

She moved off my lap, climbed back into her own seat and pulled the seat belt across herself.

A minute ago she had been sitting on me with her hand inside my shirt, and now she was sitting there normally like none of it had happened.

I looked at her.

“Seriously?” Gwen turned toward me.

“What?” I pointed at my lip.

“You kissed me, kept biting until I let you make me bleed, and then the second I tried to kiss you back, you stopped.” Gwen smiled slightly.

“Yes.” I stared at her.

“Why?” Her smile became a little more obvious.

“Because you haven’t said yes yet. If you want to kiss me properly, give me the right answer first.”

I touched my lower lip and felt the tiny injury already starting to heal.

Gwen noticed and frowned slightly.

“That’s annoying.” I looked at her.

“What is?” She pointed toward my mouth.

“It’s already healing.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Did you want me walking around with your bite on my lip?” Gwen thought about it before answering, “Maybe.”

I shook my head and started the car again.

Gwen looked much too pleased with herself while I drove the rest of the way home.

Only a few minutes ago, I had been wondering if she’d manipulated me into agreeing to a date.

Now she’d refused to leave my lap, put her hand inside my shirt, questioned me about my past, called me a slut, kissed me, bitten me until I deliberately let her draw blood, and then stopped the kiss the exact moment I tried to respond.

And somehow she was acting like I was the problem.

I glanced toward her once.

Gwen was looking out of the window again with a small smile on her face.

Yeah.

If this was what she was like before I even gave her an answer, saying yes was probably going to make my life much more complicated.

The problem was that after what had just happened, I was becoming a lot more interested in finding out exactly how complicated.