“Oh, right” she lowered her gaze. “It’s strange indeed”

She seemed nervous. “Are you sure you are ok?”

She smiled, “Of course I am. Don’t worry”

***

We feel asleep after a couple of hours; when I opened my eyes, it was still night. I woke up to a strong arm around my waist. Holding me tight, but not forcefully, from behind. It was a pleasuring sensation.

“Are you still alive?” the beautiful voice I came to adore woke me from the trance; I didn’t realize that I stopped breathing when I felt her spooning me.

“What?” I feigned.

“You weren’t breathing. You scared me for a moment” she laughed.

“Oh” I blushed again, turning around, facing her. “I just…” I sighed, feeling ashamed of I didn’t even know what.

“It’s ok, you know?”

“What?”

“This” she said with her eyes pointing at her arms around me; mine was resting on her side, now. “It’s ok, as long as we don’t hurt anyone”

I frowned. Not understanding what she was talking about.

“I saw how you blush, and how you feel nervous sometimes” she kept talking.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean” her face was too close to mine, now. “I mean that, you don’t have to be afraid, or ashamed, if that’s what you are feeling”

“Oh, no… no!” I felt the urge to move back my face. “I am not afraid, or ashamed, I just…”

“Then why are you stammering” she smiled. And there it was again, that raised eyebrow.

“I just… I…” my eyes lingered on her beautiful lips. I gulped.

“What?” she was now the one asking me.

“I lived all my life thinking that a woman should be attracted to men only” I blurted out without taking a breath between words.

“You stopped breathing again” she laughed.

“God” I exhaled. Letting out a light chuckled. I squinted my eyes and cursed myself. I have just told her that I was attracted to her, and I didn’t even know if she was talking about that.

She just blinked quickly and looked at me.

“Oh my God, you are surely thinking I am crazy, right now” of course, she didn’t mean that. I just made a fool out of myself.

Actually, she was only asking permission for what she was going to do after. In what seemed like a second her lips were soon pressed to mine. It wasn’t a deep kiss, but it wasn’t even something I was expecting at all. She only kept a slight pressure.

“Please, breath” she said with her lips still close to mine. The sound waves of her voice sending little sparkles, tickling my chin.

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it down my feet. Then she brushed her nose against mine, and asked for more. I wanted more. The kiss now was hungrier; the tip of her tongue didn’t have to ask any consent as my lips immediately parted, welcoming her in. And our tongues started that dance that throw shakes through the whole body. Not to mention the thigh I felt pressing against me; that shook me, and scared me. What was that burning sensation I was feeling? Why something that was so wrong to the eyes of many of my fellow citizens was so good to me? And why did I never experienced that with the few guys I have been with?

“Wait” we parted as I said so. My breath heavy.

She looked at me with those beautiful dark eyes whom were even more darkened by what I could see was lust. But she was also talking to me, asking me what I was thinking.

“I have to go” I started getting up from the bed.

“Wait” she stopped me, by pressing her hand on my stomach. “Please”

“No, really” I didn’t know why I felt like crying, “Really, I have to go. Besides, look, it’s dawn. They are surely looking for me. I have to go back”

The pressure of her hand of my stomach lessen up, giving me the chance to move. She didn’t want to push me, and I thanked her for that.

“Can I at least walk you back?” she pleaded.

I only nodded, the voice was stuck in my throat.

“I’m sorry” she uttered those words with all the guilt she must have felt in that moment.