Egg Nog

"Robbie, how can you drink that without puking?" I ask with a scrunched up face because the odor is getting to me.

"It's good. Here try it." He holds out the cup of egg nog to me and the sight of it just makes me sick to my stomach.

"No thank you" I say pushing the cup away from me as far as possible. He laughs the cutest laugh and takes another sip. If he wasn't so cute I probably would have ran to the bathroom.

"You don't know if you like it if you don't try it." Ah that famous saying to pressure someone to do something.

"I don't like things that stink like rotten milk." I simply note, grimacing at the sight of him taking yet another sip.

"I don't even know how you get pass the smell." He looks confused down at the cup and shrugs.

"I don't even know how either to be honest." I can't help but smile and take the cup from him.

"Oh well never know if you don't try right?" He nods and watches me curious. I lift the cup close enough to smell a cloud of odor. I hurry and take a sip a feel a lump in my throat as I try to force myself to swallow it.

"You can spit it out if you don't like it." He insists, rubbing my back he looks sort of apologetic. I swallow it finally and look at him.

"You didn't like it did you?" He asks.

"Ha no it's tastes like crap but I wouldn't know that if I didn't try it." I try to cheer him up and it seems to work a little.

"Sorry" He apologizes, his hand still rubbing my back in never ending circles. It feels actually quite good.

"It's alright you know how to make it up to me." I say, trying to turn on the little charm I have. "Yeah" he whispers. The pattern of his hand slows down and I can tell he is becoming nervous as I scoot closer to him. On my small bed. He swings his legs slowly over the edge and I smile at him.

"Yeah" I echo his exact tone back to him.

"Are you sure you want to kiss me? I have been drinking egg nog." It seems like we are shy kids again when he asks that.

"I'm sure" I whisper, I am so close that when I whisper my lips barely touch his. I move my palm to his cheek and slightly rub my thumb across it. Like I am painting something that is delicate and takes time to become a masterpiece. My other palm does the same to his other cheek. His hands slide down my back and lay on my waist.

"Ok then" he shyly whispers then closes his eyes. I take this time to close my eyes also and close the distance between our lips.

"Mmmm tastes good." I groan into his mouth.

"Oh I thought you didn't like the taste of Egg Nog" He sounds so confused so I just chuckle. His eyebrows are cocked and he is biting at his lip like he is trying to solve a hard math problem.

"Yeah but somehow you still taste good." He smiles and blushes at my comment it makes me kiss him again.

"I think I actually do like Egg Nog" I whisper he laughs.

"Told you it was good." We both laugh and lay on my small bed.