"Don't let me get too attached." I say, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her close to me. "Too late." she smiles, as she wraps me in her arms.
"You know, you'd have to bring me to your house one day," she says teasingly, "I wanna see what your room looks like." I reply by taking her hand and pulling her, "Well, why not make that 'one day' today?" I say. She smiles back and walks beside me, pulling herself close. We don't talk, we almost never do, but I can assure you that I am in love with this girl. Even after I tell her I'm not supposed to be I still am, but she doesn't know. Not yet. Here are the things I know about this girl: a) she's younger than me, and b) she's from somewhere very far away. I bet you think that me being in love with her is absurd now, but trust me I am.
We reach my home as I hesitantly slow down in front of the door. I don't usually let people visit this place --- but that's because my family is always home. Today is her lucky day, I thought. I open the door and let her in. I lead her to the couch. Sitting down, she rests her head on my shoulder but doesn't let go of my hand. "I like it here." she whispers. I smile at her and pull her close to me. "I'm glad you do." She looks at me with sad eyes begging for something. Nervous, I look away and stand. I work my way to the fridge and rummage for some drinks. "Beer?" I shout, --- yes, we're underage --- my head still in the cool air. "Sure." I grab two bottles and open them, handing one to her as I walk back into the living room.
She takes a sip and then places it on the table, "So," she says, "where do you stay?" I drink my beer and smile at her. I place the bottle next to hers and take her hand once more. I lead her up a stairway leading to a hall of doors. We enter one of the rooms. She lets go of my hand as I close the door behind us.
"This is it," I say, "my room. I consider it my refuge." she laughs and jumps onto the bed. "It's beautiful." she comments. I smile and lie down beside her. She snuggles herself into me, and I put an arm around her waist.
"What now?" I whisper into her ear. She doesn't answer, but simply smiles. It's not like her to do that though. She always has something in mind. "Is something wrong?" I ask. "Nothing's wrong." she answers back quietly. I knit my brows together, smart enough not to believe her. "What's wrong?" I ask again, pulling her even closer too me.
She faces me and softly, gently, presses her lips against mine. Just as quick as it happened, it disappeared. I find my face burning hot with embarrassment. She looks at me and says, "That's wrong." I simply smile and rest my forehead on hers, "I said don't let me get too attached." I whisper, my voice shaky. "And I said it was too late." she says back.
Now we didn't just lie there and stare at each other, but I think that's another story for another time.
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