Underneath

…I cup his jaw and draw him to me, I need to look at him right now. His hands stay on my body like he needs the comfort. Little boy found.

“A week ago you’d finished with me!” I say pained, refusing to cry right now. “You don't understand how hard it is for me. You can just pick me up and drop me when you want to but I can’t do that! You’re everywhere! Every night a new mystery girl…you just move on and I’m left behind…and I miss you!”

He’s looking at me in complete horror.

“You don't get it at all do you!?” he starts, frustration cracking in his voice. “If it’s hard for you then, it’s completely impossible for me! People judge every damn move I make! How do you think they’re going to react when they find out I’m crazy about a girl much younger than I am?”

He pauses, drops his face to his hands. “Everyone around me’s the same! Maggie’s not happy with me. Can you imagine what kind of shit she gave me when I asked her to book you a plane ticket! I can’t call you my girlfriend, I can’t treat you properly, I know its wrong of me to be with you! I can’t even be seen out with you without someone, somewhere making it a big deal!”

He looks me in the eye, holding my body tight.

“I saw you in your naked dress at the party and I seriously couldn’t believe my eyes! and I was attracted to you because you’re young, I admit that! I’m not some kind of perv though!” he ends forcefully, stopping to take a few breaths.

Meanwhile I’ve stopped breathing altogether! This is the first time he’s said anything real to me beyond ‘you’re beautiful.’

he rakes his hands though his hair before starting again.

“and you make me laugh, and you’re absurdly cute, I mean what the hell is this about?” he laughs batting the pompom on my hat. I’ve spent a week trying as hard as I can, not to contact you…then…when I crack, you’re trying to kill me with a bobble hat!”

He sighs, clearly fighting with himself.

I press my forehead to his. He actually feels something for me! and he’s struggling with it more than I am! My heart goes out to him. “So what are we doing here?” I murmur, heart in my mouth.

“I don’t know!” he answers helplessly. “What makes you think I’ve got all the answers? You’re angry with me, everyones angry with me! I’m no good for you…but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

and theres no answers right now, just a raw heat between us…

…his body encloses me, lips locking with mine, tongue forcing into my mouth. I tug carelessly at his shirt, desperate to feel his body against mine again.

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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