My heart pounding, all I can hear is it beating in my head. That fear gripping me so tight that I can’t breathe anymore, this isn’t right…I want her more than anything but not like this. Walking into the house, every nerve in my body on fire. That sick rush of adrenaline running through my veins. Then I see her smile, the way she looks around nervously how she bites her bottom lip, listening to what ever it is that her family is telling her. Fuck I wish I had learned Spanish…she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering in her hair.

The faint feel of them against my skin, and I have to talk to her…to know what it is she wants. To see it in her eyes, to hear her say it because I can’t do it…not if they’re making us. Barely touching her hand, that shocks of her skin against mine the smell of her perfume mixing with the strawberry of her shampoo. My breath catching, I can’t think when I’m around her.

“We need to talk,” her hair moving against my cheek the heat coming from her overwhelming.

She nods her head, and a patch of bare skin splayed out before me, god what does it taste like? My blood rushing through my body, causing my heart to race the sound deafening. Oww, her arm hitting me square in my stomach, and I want her to do it again if it means I can just touch her.

Walking behind her so I can watch the sway of her hips fearing that she’ll be angry, that she’ll hate me. God I love the way she swings her hips, her dress fluttering around her legs. Walking past everyone in the kitchen, following her every move up the stairs. A faint whisper behind us…what the fuck am I doing?

We walk past her mothers bedroom and into the room farthest from it. She closes the door, her hand still on the handle and I can’t stop myself not when she brushes her fingers against my stomach. Her hand in my hair, her eyes thick with that smoke that engulfs us. That steals our breath, burns our skin that fills our head with these fantasies that the world was meant for us. Her lips soft and I can only kiss them lightly not wanting to hurt her. Kissing her slowly, wanting to memorize each second, that smooth feel of her skin, the fire that it ignites, the exact colour of her eyes. Each strand of hair, and I want to remember this feeling for the rest of my life.